Saturday, September 21, 2013

Ghost Elephants by Jean Valentine

In the elephant field 
tall green ghost elephants 
with your cargo of summer leaves 

at night I heard you breathing at the window 

Don't you ever think I'm not crying 
since you're away from me 
Don't ever think I went free 

At first the goodbye had a lilt to it— 
maybe just a couple of months— 
but it was a beheading. 

Ghost elephant, 
reach down, 
cross me over— 

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