Lost Boys

The snow blankets

the oscillating twinkle lights

strewn across the hedge

making it look like a wild

fairy party is going on

behind the glistening white curtain

and I imagine thimbles of champagne

and wee people dancing on the ceiling

as their wings flutter in time

with the banshee band

I am mesmerized by the magic

until an old school bus drives by

that has been painted a bold cobalt blue

and stenciled with the words

Barry County Corrections

across the side

beneath the shadowed faces pressed

against cold window panes

I wonder if they notice

the twittering Tinks

beneath the snowy bush

waving to their lost boys