Little Boy Lost

I still hear voices singing

top of lungs voice

Jackie’s Dragon forgot the words.

I still hear voices shouting

legs and arms flying

down an empty slide.

I still hear voices giggling

chattering and missing teeth

in a cracked turtle pool.

I still hear voices reading

faded Dick and Jane still play

on a braided rug.

I still hear voices screaming

a car, a horn

tire marks still on dandelion grass

I still hear voices whispering

No, it didn’t hurt

tear scars still on my face.

I still hear my voice asking

Why only dragons?

And where are little boys?