poem [elephants never forget…]

poem

elephants never forget–it has something
to do with their ears, or trunks, or something–
and I suppose, I wish
–photographically–
I had some of the same grey stuff
reminding me of all the things I’ve already forgotten
before I forget them–
or write them into a poem.

can elephants even write poems?

the eloquent elephant
(on the pleasant pheasant’s day off)
jumped over the quick brown fox.

outside, a storm cloud brims
with memories of its own.
soon a cerebral dam will break
and the sky will forget
into the lightening rods of local churches,
tops of banks
and skyscrapers.

there are so many things slinging electrons around–
who is to say the sky doesn’t rain down thoughts
too dense and wet to understand?

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