The elephant

The elephant

The circus master
us around the ring.
The tether bright
as childhood
in his sandpaper hand.

Her great mountain body
like an earthquake.
Strapped to her back,
I feel like I am flying.

Together, we three
She, a shackled titan;
He, a razing whisper;

I, a soaring

I circle.

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