When Elephants Dance
I imagined elegance, light-footedness
finessed,
I expected expertise in a sequence.
I envisioned symmetry,
dual blades, like twins,
vivid imagery, forever remaining reflective
of the opposite.
I left a pool of tears for them to swan dive into,
instead, they belly flopped in it.
I caught the mocking of their wrinkled rags
and they responded
that their uniform fit just fine,
I saw them scoff at vintage wine,
notch a swig and spit it out, unable to hold in their laughter.
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What clumsy colossi, awkwardly stumbling
and romping around,
it’s astonishing they don’t topple over
as they’re stomping, the crowd is now clapping
their sound is like honking from a brown leather horn,
there’s a snap in the floor,
there’s a hole in it now,
my goodness!
When elephants dance, they leave craters as footprints.
