Roofers rest under branches’ shade as scraps of gold
fall to their laps. They are halfway through their workday.
Each winter, you crawl the eaves to find cracks where rain
seeps in. We ought to replace every shingle. Is our liaison
likewise at midpoint? Behind us long nights of tears, their
knowledge, ahead the rare and precious astonishments.
This…our communication. Walk with me before all the season’s leaves
scatter to swallow sidewalks in drifts. Squirrels beg us to Prepare!
Love elephant and want to go steady?
Assistant Editor: Alicia Wozniak/Editor: Rachel Nussbaum
Photo: elephant journal archives