Friday, June 19, 2009

The story of why / God banned all the elephants / from all the kitchens

They come at dawn, all
the sandaled elephants rush
down the stairs to eat.

Boom creak slap thump bang
all the way down the stairs they
trample, excited.

They pass my room, all
heading directly for the
refrigerator.

Slam bang shout thump whack
they crash dishes and call out
to each other loudly.

They trumpet and frisk:
how perfect to be alive
and in the kitchen!

But suddenly they
all rush at once for the door
calling out farewells.

Shout slam whump thwack bang
It is time to go work, but
they'll return tonight.

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