no dinosaurs, please

i wish we
had dinosaurs
she says,
daydreaming
her chin in her
hands staring
out across
the daisy covered
meadow,
into the woods.
how fun would
that be to see
a real t-rex
walking about,
a brontosaurus,
or a pterodactyl
lumbering across
the sky with it's
expansive grey
wings. don't you,
she says, dreamily,
wouldn't dinosaurs
be fun. not
really you tell
her. traffic is
bad enough as
it is already.