By Kathleen Radigan

the intelligence of elephants
irrelevant, but eloquent
their clumsy sort of elegance
is one of many elements.
and when that wisdom elevates
it’s difficult to celebrate
for once we see our cells relate
the thoughts start to accelerate.
well wisdom seems aristocratic
dusted down from someone’s attic
pulled apart and cleared of static
(fluctuations are erratic.)
for how we trace the web life spins
parts swept away like bowling pins
still, consciousness, our human prints
will never match the elephants.

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