the elephants stand
woven from weeds
four have been chosen
forced to leave
their great migration.

I keep them company
Rooted in one spot
It seems I am waiting for you
It’s a small city so I’m sure
You’re just around the corner

The sun has shone and hid
Multiple times between clouds
Fluffy and stark white against
An endless Texas blue sky
Your hat nowhere to be seen
Bobbing through the park
I’ve begun to lose hope.