a dancing white elephant

 

 we drank tea
 outside
 against a back drop of boulders
 left there
 impossibly balanced
 ages ago
 
 you said to me
 look
 a white elephant
 you were pointing at some clouds
 delighted
 absolutely
 child like
 
 see there
 the tail
 the ears
 it’s dancing
 
 but as hard as I tried to focus
 on the echo of cerulean and white
 all I could see
 was your countenance
 so beautifully radiant and full of grace
 
 it makes my heart glad to know
 the pure creativity of thought
 we once shared
 has remained
 ever true
 
 precious friend
 near as the next breath
 I love you still

 

 

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