Time Capsule

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.