poetry fix: the elephant
I guess it finally got tired
of being in the room.
Some walked around it.
Others talked around it.
There was that moment
he stumbled into it
when it seemed like maybe . . .
but no, no, not a word.
And then later,
when she scanned the room,
searching for a place to rest her cocktail?
No, not then,
but it did leave soon afterward,
knocking over an ottoman before
putting a hole in the screen slider.
Remarkable, really. The damage
could have been much worse.
yvonne melania lieblein
this is so neat. thanks for sharing.
Ellen