a spaceship hurtling to Mars
the last rock in a sea of lava
the drawbridge opened for
the triumphant knights (once astronauts
and heroes of Gondor).
There are stains that could be
juice (or alien snot
or dragon's blood)
across the pattern picked
for it's versatility
and a long smear of
most likely chocolate
under the arm of the couch.
So it is, so it will be.
For the hour of dusk
this is the largest world
that could be needed
with mountains and seas
adventures and monsters and dreams
Then the book is closed
and it's off to bed.
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