chocolate is a verb

colors, flavors, whims and other growing things

trying to write…2

Waiting again for the circus train, the lumbering trucks, the shuffling clowns, the cage carts with their pacing tigers, and, of course, the elephants. Steps muffled by the snow, they will leave deep shadowed wells as they lift and plant each foot in the unmarked whiteness. I clear the yard for their striped tent, string the guy wires, assemble the ranks of bleachers and sweep the mud from beneath the raised tent flap. But it isn’t tricks I want. No standing on massive haunches, no balancing ballerinas on curled trunks, no rolling of logs or tossing of dogs. Just one gracious gray elephant to stand, solid and true, in the quiet heart of the morning. One real thing. One idea.

      ~ trying to write…3

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