We used to be in a rocket ship
that took us to Mars
every summer.
We dug holes
behind our docked rocket
looking for Martian dinosaurs
but only finding dumb old arrowheads.
We would get bored pretending
to talk to ground control
and soon
we were traveling to Pluto
because it was the only other planet
we could name.
We lost our imaginations
somewhere in time’s universe
and our feet are firmly glued to Earth.
The rocket slowly rots
In my backyard.
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