My Chance for Elephants

MY poem about Elephants

 

pounding pounding

they stomp stomp stomp

but their silence is in the great

land, trees, greens, browns

a rainbow of earthy colors

the clothes I wear

the elephants are toying

with the inner workings

of me and mine and elephants

have strong resounding sounds

pound pound pound,

up top its heavy

though the weight of an elephant is in the body

I am no elephant I can forget and do

but these elephants dance in my head

with pink and plaid  and tutu’s around their waist

and curly hair like Maya.

 

who the fuck know’s what this means…. but it felt pretty awesome writing it. 

 

 

 

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