Of Solitude

In the alley, I duck amongst the boxes,
hide like the shy child I once was, discard
newly purchased toys to hunt through wrapping paper

for a cape, for a fortress, a front
to shelter the voices behind, dunce
cap, aloof, grunting anger, silly,
charming stunted baby boy.

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