Zip (A Time Trip)

Whenever I draw

A zip, Up

On a mac

The noise

Pulls loose

A thread

Of a memory

And I take a trip

Transported

To the awning door

Of our family caravan

The air is cool

And torch lights bob

In the darkness

Where my parents whisper

But I don’t hear their words

Because I am ten years old

And am fresh

From Jurassic Park

There are dinosaurs

Hidden in the dark

And my big sister

Is a velociraptor

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