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Dave Bonta
where we fought many
a rotten tomato battle
common snakeroot
lawn and gardens gone
back to meadow
the buildings’ straight lines
no more turning
even the electric meter
is digital now
barn that once
housed an elephant
its great grey-green roof
what's gray and comes in quarts
is an elephant or my brain;
what loves or walks slowly in
the land is an elephant gray
and old, they have waited a long
time for her to give birth.
what i am saying is the age,
we live in, we grow old in,
grayness is not a state of mind.
you have red-blonde hair, another
is black, and there are jews with
orangey hair from the east of europe.
come to whatever you come to slowly.
haste makes elephants gray before
their time, routs the bears from
the caves before their time, turns
Friday came and the circus was there,
And Mother said that the twins and I
And Charles and Clarence and all of us
Could go out and see the parade go by.
And there were wagons with pictures on,
And you never could guess what they had inside,
Nobody could guess, for the doors were shut,
And there was a dog that a monkey could ride.
A man on the top of a sort of cart
Was clapping his hands and making a talk.
And the elephant came--he can step pretty far--
It made us laugh to see him walk.
Three beautiful ladies came riding by,
And each one had on a golden dress,
And each one had a golden whip.
They were queens of Sheba, I guess.