Peter Pan tosses us,
an early Friday escape
from the choking rush hour
Peter Pan implores, begs us
to claw our current selves
away
and be children again
but we decline,
eyeing sideways
the awkward smattering
of humanity
slicing down the American highway
in these two, too-slow hours.
Bring us, save us
oh Tower of Babel on wheels!
Somewhere among our cramped ranks
is a warrior poet
hurtling head-first
into glory.
