Author: cathypauline PM
Written on the road between Dillon and Butte at 4am.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 136 - Favs: 1 - Published: 06-23-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3035206
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In the dark before dawn
Seventy-five miles an hour feels like slow motion
Winding among hulking shadows.
The road stretches only as far as the high-beams
And the white line running ahead to the mounded trunk of allosaurus
Until we round the bend, and reflectors mark the pass
With lines of white and gold stars.
Stegosaurus sleeps, his spiny plates cracked with age
And a herd of maiasaurs huddle with their young.
Another bend lights the velvet blanket,
That drapes them.
Their misty breath in the cool still-night air
clings to every ridge, brow, and tail.
But where the road cuts through
I see your bones
Dusty brittle blocks of earth
Stacked in crumbling rows.
Still I wonder, what do dinosaurs dream?
In this heady age of bright machines—