by Katie Booms
For years, it was a dinosaur
sitting in the big open room of our barn,
all sprawling shoulder and radials,
bold and gaunt, bare caverns and organs,
and we ignored it, except each winter
when a wagon had to be backed in to shelter,
or spring, when we remembered standing there,
shooting basketballs at the net nailed to the hay loft.
Then, it was impractically large, slow-moving,
bound for extinction.
Katie Booms is a writer, visual artist, and advocate for community-building. She welcomes collaboration of all kinds and can be found on Twitter as @ka_booms. She earned her MFA at the University of Wyoming, served for a year with AmeriCorps at the Freret Neighborhood Center in New Orleans and currently teaches at Grand Valley State University in Grand Rapids, MI.