When I’m driving home at night
Alone
On the dark highway
Past the orange construction signs
Only visible as I pass
I see a shadow to my right
Of some kind of equipment
A crane
Or a truck maybe
But my first thought is
“Is that a dinosaur?”
Obviously, no
No matter what it really is
Of course it’s not a dinosaur
But isn’t it nice to imagine?
Isn’t it nice that sometimes
That imagination comes back
From childhood?
That part of our brain we thought was gone
That part we aren’t allowed to use in the real world?
The part we put away for work
And being an adult?
Because adults know
That of course
Obviously
There’s not a dinosaur on the side of the highway
But
Wouldn’t it be cool if there was?
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