Weekly Poem: '4th Grade Logic'

**By P.F. Potvin**
We all filed in and sat crosslegged on the cold floor in the round room. Everybody was yelling, so a lady got mad. She showed us how to throw our whispers all the way across the special room. Then we walked upstairs, crouching over like Stegosaurus. She made us go superslow to keep from slipping on all the mud. When we got to the top they had an old path with giant footprints as big as Aunt Pattie and only two full dinosaurs. The lady said that "dinosaurs are really hard to find." That's why they don't allow dogs in museums.

[P.F. Potvin](http://pfpotvin.com/) is the author of "The Attention Lesson" (2006, No Tell Books). He serves on the staff of the online literary journal [Drunken Boat](http://www.drunkenboat.com/). and has been a visiting writer at Emory University and the University of Michigan-Dearborn.