Elephant Dreams
Afternoon of elephants,
scent of hibiscus
within this fantasy
spawned from television.
They stand in their majesty
meeting head to head,
trunk caressing trunk.
Sisters in a loving pose
while the newest member of the pack
troops under their bellies
weaving between giant legs and toes
that everybody knows
look like buttes in Arizona.
Suddenly, the baby darts away
to run Chaplinesque
with flapping ears and wagging tail
after an intruding crane.
And not too long after, the sisters
move from their awe-inspiring embrace
into a dusty mist.
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