My baby speaks in rawrs
and his currency is bubbles.
Proof the prehistoric
can jive with the fleeting.
This is why I banish
alarms in our house
and write a formal letter
to the school board asking
for clock-reading to be
stricken from the curriculum.
My wife says this is worse
than my brick-and-string theory
to keep the kids of the earth
from growing tall and jaded
and I say just wait until
I campaign against waiting and
use sand from county hourglasses
to fill in the infield nicks:
This is where the stegosaurus
will re-emerge from dirt, redefining
fossil as a thing to lay down on
and watch the stars gas out.