Dancing ElephantsEdit

By Christopher J. Bradley

4/27/2003 2:29:01 PM

The dancing elephants are not white

They are translucent in the multicolored night

They only think they will be saved

When the hatchet is buried in the grind.

Let them play with their silly


And Wear their funny

Head gear

For tomorrow they will fall like

Dumbo from the burning Sky.

In this room I see a spider plant

That is not real

And American flags

And a poster from a horse

Called Abdullah

I see the raining stars

And an Eagle with a tear at it’s cheek

I see an Elle magazine

And a rack for more

And I wonder what life is like in Chicago

Florida is still cold in March.