Elephant Water

Dan Veach



A slip of a thing

as slender as thought

an almost remembered word

a dream that the morning forgot.

Edgewise in the thin, sunny air

it shimmers and disappears

long legs, long neck

long beak.                                              

Stretched between heaven and earth

like an angel in penance

it ekes

out a living

stalking about in the mud.

Craning its neck

it listens

for the call,

the summons back,

the tiny suitcase

of its body

always packed

with a pair

of enormous white wings.



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