Monday, August 13, 2012

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.


  1. oh, how we kill all value in our superfluous hand-greedy ways))

    let, let, let, allow
    time to move on.
    allow death)))
    this is the heart of it, isn't it?


  2. I immediately thought of VH1's "I Love the New Millennium."

    Some things need to wait.

  3. This one goes beautifully with the associated image. So many things to unearth.


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