Elephant

Every few months, perhaps from lack of sleep, dreams will wake me. Last night I dreamt I walked at dusk to the outskirts of a city where an elephant approached me and recited this poem:

Many years have we walked in the dust to find water.
Many years with only tears for the dead.
Humans, sit with me and look up at the stars.
We fight among the bones of our ancestors when the Universe awaits.

Photo: Clarion Alley, San Francisco

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