The elephant’s slow plod
covers many miles of dusty sod.
It’s not so much its bulk, really,
as it is a matter of geography.
For stretched across its size
between tail and trunk there lies
a vast gray continent
on every plodding elephant.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2022
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