9 February 2011. Sun. We're getting perhaps too fond of this...
I smile--but for an elephant without a home? No, that can't be. More, an elephant whose home is too small. Apartment, rather. The bumpy head, unfolding trunk. But why an apartment for an elephant in any case? Such an existential creature--a creature with such an existence. Eucalyptus leaves, pulled down by the branch-full, winding paths through rambling brush, the occasional water-hole, a nice bath. Smells of the African veldt. Veldt? A Dutch word, hmmm...
An elephant song. Something pounding. But graceful, too. In 9/4 I think...
A somber delight...
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