What?
The waxing of the sun
and waining of the moon
when crickets hesitate,
magpie alight
and dragonflys patter ponds.
It's Sri Lanka --
could be dawn or dusk.
I'm at a camp in a dense jungle
down South.
Through the window of my tent
an elephant moves across Venus.
I hear her ear flap
or the rippling canvas door.
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