Lost

Thinking about Perdita,
wintery lost-child!
A literary neighbour
named her daughter,
full of Shakespeare
and symbolism.

She was right
about the symbolism.
Perdita is twenty-two now.
She’s says it’s lost
on her,
and she doesn’t give
a shit about literature.

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