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Being an elephant (How poets make noise)

Crash through the forest, choosing
both paths at once, of course.
Stomp your feet in the dirt.
each step: a keystroke, a letter,
this day’s march: a word,
the entire dry season: a poem.
Raise dust around you
big as clouds. Wonder
if hindered sight is the metaphor
or its failure. Practice trumpeting.
You don’t have to be loudest,
but try to be intimidating
whether you’re mourning
or celebrating. Measure height
at the shoulder, like a mountain.
When you fall, at the end, after
the final line, the world will know.
The ground will shake
one last time.

© 2009 Carolee Sherwood

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