January 2, 2016 Reservation By admin ¶ Posted in Poetry ¶ Leave a comment By Charissa Rabenstein Walking down a dirt road On a reservation Realization came I have no more chance of meeting Peter Pan. I stumbled And kept walking Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading... Related
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