elephants, rising

Elephants look cool
In the backyards
Of your neighbors.
They turn a dream and grey it charcoal mind
That cannot be remembered.
The ones that make you feel instead of think
The way they skin up bone,
Snap hairs on teeth,
And crackle under the light
Of the moon.

To sit on your patio and watch an elephant
In the pool of your neighbor’s backyard is one of the simple pleasures in life.
You might have a pink gin in hand
A woman in the other
A Hot dog or other summertime food
And for the evening you are there
The elephant swims in patterns so delicate
And unfamiliar to speech
That words concentric
Fall to codes
Never uttered by a human mind.