The 26th prompt is to take an abandoned poem, and rework it. For some reason unknown to me, I'm compelled to keep coming back to this poem. This gives me a chance to look at at again. After today's revision, is it now a finished poem? Maybe, or maybe not - there's still something about it...
Goodbye to Elephants
Down the road in single file,
dust blurring our sorrow,
slow plodding round feet on planks
into a boxcar leaving forever,
and the band plays on unaware.
Drum, calliope, creak of cage,
stubby parade and lift of tents
defined spring. Then, offhand,
they weren’t coming back;
how could it ever be summer again?
We’d connected with elephants,
with their still eyes following us,
with surprises of sloshed water,
with musk, straw, slow litanies
of rumbles, trumpets, snorts,
huge swaying to ancient rhythms -
(we thought they were pleased to
be in the circus)
we’d look for elephants
the rest of our lives.