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Ghost Elephants
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—
Break the Glass
