Unfinished

Tools are on the floor, strewn. Pick up those sticks, those houses in the making, and build a bridge to a boy's heart. He needs the shelter, too. He needs to find peace within himself without a wolf blowing out another birthday out of his internal calendar.

It's a world out there. No,
It looks like there's a world out there and yet,
and yet,
He feels it here.

And he's wondering why?

There might be laughter. There will be, by the end.