when the grown-up clock
calls our world awake
would you wave and wish me tiny
then fly with me
to the cuckoo house
where we’ll laugh and love and shelter
and I’ll never shave
or stand in line
to earn in the city of pirates
cos I’m just a boy
outgrowing his clothes
resigning his role as an actor
for a firefly life
a twink in the eye
two sparks rising free till autumn.
