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.

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