elephant clouds
as the trees ask
what we’re grateful for
sadness withers in the wind
confused by its inability to hold form
skeins of light sugarcoat the boughs and petals
sun-kissed by memories about to arrive
there’s enough gold to fill the day
and all those that soldier or split behind it
glittering like teeth in sawgrass
where tedium becomes extraordinary
as you and I lay adjacent and akimbo
watching elephant clouds trundle by
swishing their cabbage leaf ears at the gawking sun
laughing soundlessly the way only elephants can
when their freedom is unquestioned
yet they know they’re being both admired and adored
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