Tales

Tales

He was very fond of telling tall tales, a dreamer

imagining all the things that never were

of far off lands and seas and mountains.

Bounds of the imagination, emotions in extreme,

gazing into the life that had passed

ebony elephants stood by Greek thinkers

make that script great in the City of Angels

comfort and joy and troubles amassed.

As if like a dog, the tail didn’t wag

firmly between the legs, head down

sleep, sleep per chance to dream again

tomorrow may be a better day.