Africa- the warm sand between my toes
and standing in front of me-
an elephant.
pink and gold and it shines in the sun,
sparkles like sequins on ice.
It begins to shrink-
smaller and smaller,
down to a picayune size.
I don't want its beauty to get lost in the sand,
buried so deep I cannot find it.
So I scoop it up in the palm of my hand,
and put it in my pocket.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem