INDIANA JONES.

I wanted to be Indiana Jones

since I was eight

and no one told me

that boyhood dreams die.

And so I followed it—

I raided lost arks and tempted fate

and dug desert dirt

and fought cartoon bad guys.

When I graduated into a world

who thought Dr. Jones

was just an old icon

as were all things humanities,

I realized the content was its own reward

and still I jonesto read

dead-tongue books by candle to keep my sanity.

After a twelve year pursuit and an antiquities loot,

I learned that:

You should do what you love,

travel the world,

not get tied down…

and pass it all on to kid in a Yankees hat.

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