Rhino in Limbo

As we go further through the year I hope to have a more steady stream of writing on this blog, but for now since we write fitfully I post in spurts.

This piece is actually a poem.

Rhino Still Life
The rhinoceros waits in a savannah planted
On its four feet into the ground.
Smooth soprano saxophone filters down from the heavens.

The receptionist in a starched shirt seems out of place.
Here amidst the wildlife of African glory days.
Elephant gun always beats nature’s triumphs.

The sun is trying to browbeat her into leaving.
But she glares down her pince-nez,
And calls out numbers into claustrophobic expanse.

Fourteenonetwentynine she blares into the silence.
The rhinoceros after a hundred thousand thousand
Years of waiting shuffles over to the gleaming
Sugary menace that is the elevator.

To go plunging into the ground or shooting into the sky the rhinoceros wonders for the first and last time.