An elephant now rests

in the meadow by the alder patch


its great trunk unrolled 

between shadowy tusks, 



like the winter that stretches 

before us

draped in frosted skin wrinkled

by wind


and thickly lashed 



As you pause, waiting 


for an answer


the new year’s light flashes 

over the ridge 

and takes the ear shape

of a trickster’s wing 


moving like a whisper 

it breathes

into your own:


yes, always —


your animal heart is


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