I laid on my back looking at the sky that afternoon
imagining trees when their leaves
were still
green
while an elephants trunk investigates
the still air
all the wild places i never got to visit are now
just a bunch of insta-matic photographs
that float in my
mind
the elephants and lions were first
the horses and dogs last
setting across the barren landscape
like an ancient
glacier
with a million stories and
a thousand legs
there was no poetry that night because
all the wordsmiths left long ago
to soak
in the memories of tomorrow
and prepare for
yesterday
we were the only animals left now
all the rest just a memory
a moist
imprint
