Elephant Goes Downtown
(after Carlos Drummond de Andrade)
My elephant's all shy and pretty-eyed in
the marketplace.
My elephant's made of the cloth of
unknowing.
Elephant's strolling through the Men's
College, longing for lunch.
Elephant feels crepuscular.
My elephant sat at a lovely wooden table
with a view of the Hudson.
Had no idea what to do with the sky.
Elephant has all these talented friends.
Beauty does hurt, elephant said.
She moves her mouth to one side like that.
Stretches out her trunk.
Takes a sip of her drink.
She flaps her ear a little. Sighs.
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