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.