Lost Gold

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

A dust golden cow elephant walked passed my window,
since this does not happen daily I ran out and stopped her
“Why are you covered in golden dust”
“Couldn’t find water so I had a dust bath” she tartly said.
“Tell me where and I’ll hose you down.”
“I think not by the time I get back from town
I have to buy a ton of apples,
you will have scooped up the dust
and changed it into paper money
and I will be ignored,
grey elephants are a common sight around here”.