Elephant Recycling

burrowed in the low lying branches
the trees are acoustic slumber
tresses in the night, corded and smoking
illusions to the snakes, sugar for asphalt
hallucinogenic mornings beyond the painted weeds
crater screens on the front porch steps
the elephant is talking, today is near
today is close the last trial
the moment of the last thought
is the start of the first thought
grieving will be illusions shared by very few
this impression awake in time