The Elephant, Revisited

the elephant has left the room
disguised as many gray trees

this isn’t a political poem
missing elephants are everywhere

at the end of November
one needs a woolly coat

but there’s a certain slant of light
that induces mild euphoria

let’s all raise our arms
to summon an old flame

red crest of the good god bird
no ordinary peckerwood

cackling down at me
in my red checked cap

just before dusk a rifle booms
and i remember what moon this is

it looks so much less mammoth
once it escapes the trees

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