Monday, January 28, 2008

David A. is sad

On the phone he sounds low, like
a mournful Kermit;
like the last brontosaurus
hooting sadly across the marsh.

1 comment:

Thi N said...

On the phone the next day:

David A.: "Hey, Thi. Does some of that poem draw on the fact that brontosauruses no longer exist - that they've decided it was a mistake in reconstruction and there was never any such thing?"

Thi: "Yup. That's why it's *especially* sad that you're the last brontosaurus."