April 24, 2019Poem

Three blue Elephants

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Three blue Elephants

Nose to tail

Amble toward

A William Morris linen spray

Artfully placed

Decor

Shelved vinyl

And all that jazz

Sharing space with pictures

Art and books

In an office nook

Tucked way in a corner

Photographs

Carry so much more

Than their weight

Whispering

Tender moments

Through the cracks

In a letter rack

Old wood

Too small and fragile

To be of use

In a world of plastic wrap

Bubbles are made to pop

A private space

For meditation

Sitting without purpose

Waiting for words to tumble

Out from a stack of memories

Inspiration

A hesitant stumble

Before the Elephants

Enter the room.