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       ANNE KELLAS

       Arriving by Elephant

 

 

        The short, peaceful poem

        lands

        slap on the back of an elephant

        rides slowly in parade, waves.

        You remember it, salute.

 

        Where it dismounts, or how, doesn't really matter.

        I'm the elephant's boy,

        or girl.

        Or not.

 

        The successful poet

        arrived by jet.

        saddled five horses up

        and rode all night through the stars.

 

        I think he was disappointed with the applause.