He's shorter than I thought he'd be,with tattoos on both arms like sleeves
of fairy paintings. Tie dyed cloths hang
here and there with masks from
tribal chieftains given in appreciation
for the rescue of their daughters. He's
grounded at the moment, weather's hot
for flying, and his treehouse bed is
vacant at the moment. Wendy's not around
for story time and Tinker Bell's
a sad and distant memory, but he needs
no one. Movies. Nature. When we say
goodbye, he shuts the door on people,
complications and responsibilities,
quite happy just to be with his best friend,
who smiles so warmly from the
hand-held mirror, another gift to Pan
from one of his adoring fans.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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