The Elephants and Their Faces

by Kathleen MacGregor It is spring But it is not lightness and joy that Are visiting her today. The daffodils Are blinding in their yellowness And she turns her face away. The crocuses Are unfolding themselves and having a stretch But she walks past them without a sniff. The robins Are feasting and round on worms. So many worms Lay dead, having drowned and are uneaten. If she finds one alive on the walk She picks...read more