In a world of watery hues,

of greens and blues,

her vision is binocular.

She stares at the moon,

oblivious to the stars.

her worn ears,

torn ears,


moth-eaten flags.

She sways to a silent rhythm

through over-

hanging leaves,

her periscopic trunk

r e a c h i n g,


Her chest rumbles,

the vibrations

of her heart and lungs

ripple like waves

across her skin,

map of her life,

etched with grey wrinkles,

rubs and stains.

Her floundering feet,

prints in the dust,

track memories

as old as her tusks.


© Kim M. Russell, 2016


Elephant and leaves

Image found on ifoundafrica.com


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