Posted in Poetry, Prose, Relationships

The Wrong Side of the Elephant

What is the truth
your truth, or
my truth?
My truth is looking
at the front
of the Elephant,
yours is looking
the back.
Same color, same ears
mine are bent backwards,
yours are bent forwards,
my trunk,
your tail looks
My elephant
Your elephant
who is looking
the wrong way?
Seeing the truth
the other way
You and I
on the wrong side
of the Elephant, with
neither of us
being able to admit
what was



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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