Missing Boy
- Chautauqua Journal
- Oct 7
- 1 min read
Updated: Oct 13
Todd Davis
I do not
want my son
to enter
the den
of sorrow.
At sixteen
he already
knows
too much
of the world.
Like a pine
snake,
he slides
toward his
burrow,
leaves behind
the skin
of his former
self.
It sloughs
and curls,
scales
of what
he’s learned
but now believes
he does not
need.
Image © Timothy Dykes