Time Capsule
Do not unearth until 2065
the brass plaque told us
when we approached,
brandishing shovels.
We dug it up anyway,
again, the second time
this month. The ground
is still soft. Soon, we’ll be stuck
all winter with no time
capsule to dig through,
no objects to hold and turn
slowly in our hands,
memorizing them in case
this is the last time before
our children’s children’s
family dogs chew them and
carry them through doggy doors
leading to the future
and the mud under the house
where all things end up.
oh, how we kill all value in our superfluous hand-greedy ways))
ReplyDeletelet, let, let, allow
time to move on.
allow death)))
this is the heart of it, isn't it?
xo
erin
I immediately thought of VH1's "I Love the New Millennium."
ReplyDeleteSome things need to wait.
This one goes beautifully with the associated image. So many things to unearth.
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