galapagos sand sculptures

we play crocodile abacus curling, more bales of hay than dressage turns

i play mastadon charades with wooly mammoth shopkeeps

they run the caboose, put confectioner's sugar in the cabana

my pouch is full of rolled back odometers and fiddleheads

the middle one is a kindle read

even the mackerel brings the pasta to the river

do they tell the sunroof to go way back like a drive