The Woman Who Was Small, Not Because the World Expanded

The elephants came
out from the fields
each passing me by their trunks
to the back of the parade
heading toward Chambok,
toward a village doused in fires,
that in the pond
fish had fried,
and looking at that dead water
was a woman
I had seen running home
each evening with a bucket
in her hand.

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