Losing Dinosaurs

What happens when I don’t
believe in dinosaurs; 

when I forget the Dodo Bird’s
flightless life on Mauritias;

when giant squid can fit
in fishing nets of boats they once
dragged breathlessly beneath the sea;

when every jungle covered island
misplaced in Caribbean waters
is found, probed and discovered;

when every ripe bit of adventure
is plucked off that forbidden tree in
the garden of Eden;

when I live my life in
Ektachromatic exposures,
photographs clicking by one
snatch of light at a time?

The End

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