Afternoon Tea

Peter and Wendy and
Michael and John
have the sweetest of all sweet luck.
Their palms
kiss an everlasting sky,
a thousand anxious ghosts
drop
like a thousand forgotten hats.

I’m in their wake,
wide awake.

Peter and Susan and
Edmund and Lucy
found the holiest of all holy lands.
Their cloaks
drag
along glittering snow,
a million regal lifetimes
dance
as a million grandfather clocks refuse to strike.

                                                                 I’m behind the door,
forevermore.

And Alice!
Lovely Alice,
she is awarded the grandest of parties,
the most magnificent of ceremonies!
She was swept along a singing breeze,
deposited like a
delicate daffodil bulb.

                                                                  I
exist in the dullest of worlds,
my words settle in moments
a hundred lives
lived
through a hundred memories.

They’re ahead of me, with
their fairy dust, their Turkish delight, their afternoon tea.

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