(poetry diary 151) We took my child to NYC on the train a couple of years ago, and when we passed through Bridgeport we saw the elephants of the Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus in a lot, getting ready to travel. My then three-year-old son didn’t realize how remarkable it was, (elephants in a parking lot? Of course!) but I looked out at them in excited awe.
I thought of that moment when hearing of the upcoming closing of the circus. After some searching I found “Washing the Elephant,” a poem about memories of one’s parents. It mentions the elephants, plus is heavy and gorgeous.