We arrive from the east.
We're three in three million
Visitors to the park,
Hopeful of making home.
We listen to music
From another country.
We laugh through the tunnels
Our daughter imagines,
Excitedly, contain
Not mere dinosaur bones,
Real dinosaurs. Good myths
Keep just such mystery,
The chance of being true
In dark places: listen,
Return to light, breathe in.
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