Wednesday, October 31, 2012

On What I Am Without You

Ghost Elephants 


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by Jean Valentine


In the elephant field
tall green ghost elephants
with your cargo of summer leaves

at night I heard you breathing at the window

Don't you ever think I'm not crying
since you're away from me
Don't ever think I went free

At first the goodbye had a lilt to it—
maybe just a couple of months—
but it was a beheading.

Ghost elephant,
reach down,
cross me over—


-from Break the Glass

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