He hangs the picture
of his son drew of the T-Rex—


those nostrils of epic proportions—
and steps back. Crooked.


Raises the lower left
corner with his thumb.


Good enough. What does it mean
to see someone and think


I want to be him?
It means the impossible


for a boy cannot be a dinosaur
and a man cannot be a boy


and the past is sealed for us
as if behind glass and across the room.