i set my pen to paper.
i'd draw a smooth dark branch
with pale leaves of spring green
in pleasant contrast.
but no -
the first line went in a different direction.
an elephant came to be.
i gave the elephant
a long paintbrush
and a bowl of red paint
like in a story i read long ago.
the elephant's trunk curled around the brush.
the elephant was painting in red.
after the elephant came to be
i drew the dark branch
with the pale leaves.
at the library
i grabbed a book
and there the elephant
showed up again
this time with an umbrella
clasped in her trunk
a red red umbrella
keeping out the rain
that's raining
right now.
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