Petra Pan

Clever, clueless,
Petra Pan doesn’t grow.
She rests where the wind sleeps
and runs to where it blows

Birds are dumb
Bunnies are timid
Cats are fun
but also stupid
Petra Pan is vain
and strong and swift

She likes songs
She likes one I wrote
About a pond
Where she’d float
Where I’d sink
Then we’d come across

For I am as old as a stone lion
Petra Pan as young as a mocking roach
my world undone
hers gauche
the collision
bubbles the pond.

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About tara1910

I write to describe, with hopes that my description is truthful.
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