Dap

Can it pay to go the wrong
Way through the woods to get home,

To see the film first, when young,
Then find out there was a book,

And then, years and years on, old
Past all hope of a charmed tale

Of a youth in the deep woods,
To find the book and read it

And love it like all the folks
Who found it at the right age,

Or at least when it was new,
Or at least not first the film?

Kids on the shore of the lake
Skipped stones on the ice last month.

Ice waves boomed and rang like chimes,
Like a voice that cried too late.