Dreaming of Dragons

That night you opened my chest 
and my heart poured out 
I asked you a question 
“Do you like dinosaurs or dragons?” 

Our talk went to dinosaur bones 
and the falsehood of the brontosaurus 
We didn’t know better 
We know better now 

The giant asteroid that made its scar 
not too far from Cancun 
ripples on the land and shocked into quartz 

All the patterns we know 
the rules we make 
of the framework of our past 
piecing together the artifacts 

The facts don’t change 
but our understanding does 
to shape those bones 
into the stories we tell 

Back then, we didn’t know better 
We know better now. 

But that doesn’t keep us 
from dreaming 
of Dragons

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