Bio Note: I am the author of seven collections of poetry. From 2008-2020, I designed and facilitated social art courses for older adults with the City of Vaughan (just north of Toronto). When the City programs were shut down due to the novel corona virus, I shifted to designing custom courses for individuals and small groups, working from my home, and painting solo. One of my paintings is featured on the cover of my latest collection, Shape Taking (Ekstasis Editions, 2021).
The girl with little fingers pulls big dreams from her head like rabbits: albinos on their hind legs dancing twostep, tuning kazoos. Out of Jokes, & if any remain, they’re the kind with little wiggle room, or food they like to choose from: artisanal bread, organic fruit & vegetables, vegan cheese. May all the little bigsters bow, kowtow to their freeness, flatten their squares to four-word lines: quatrains + a couplet.
Rain strafed the streets for days. Lightning on the skyline bolted east— the bottlebrush and sacred fig illumined in the flicker. Mynahs and the emerald parrots—usually shrill, went still. The wind-up to the giant’s strike was on— When he struck and broke his back on the inundated city— windows rattled, buildings shook, the trees salaamed, the animals hid. People counted the hours. Earth stood ground and took the fury into her bosom and womb. After the wrath, she held her face to the sun without a grunt. Some of us were listening.
©2022 Elana Wolff
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