Stay with your memory:Bronzed elephants
appear across the road.
I pull over to capture
this smile on the sidelines.
Trunks reaching.
Feet planted.
I jog back across
to my car, the day opening
just a little to the imagination
stirred like a drink, a memory
made in simply glancing
over my left shoulder. Their
displacement on the dry lawn.
Old folks home trembling
with the possibility of
animals crossing.
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