brontosaurus on I 95

there is so much
to be thankful for i tell my
son as he lies
in bed
in his pajamas.
he's only ten,
but he understands
completely what i'm talking about.
i'm glad
for you, he says.
for this house, and food,
and my warm bed.
yes, i tell him.
and what else?
i'm thankful that there
aren't anymore dinosaurs, he says.
they could kill us. step
on us, or eat us.
me too, i tell him, i'm
glad they're extinct too.
imagine how bad traffic
would be
if they were still around.
okay.
go to sleep now, i tell
him, tucking him in
and try not to think anymore
crazy thoughts.