The wooden elephant
carved and painted
in lines of gold on black
is exaggeratedly narrow
from chest to tail.
The legs are impossibly
tall and straight.
The head's thrown back,
ears falling long, and the trunk
raised high to the sky.
'I can hear him trumpeting,'
Andrew says. I look
and yes, the sound
is clarion. 'How joyous,'
I add, 'How triumphant!'
I see it through your eyes.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I thought of a photo, but wanted to see if I could manage it in verbal description alone. You have just told me I succeeded. :)
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