The streets in my neighborhood are lined with crape myrtles. They are old and misshapen. The flowers are pretty but it is the shape of the trunk and the bark that I love best.
There is something in this face that feels very friendly and wise. I see a rabbit with a smooshed nose and lopsided grin. The rough texture and white fungus go hand in hand with the worn, gentle face of age. Round green fungi look like button eyes and a nose. You can almost hear “What’s up Doc?”. Buggs was always presented as young and spry, I imagine this is how he might look in his dotage.
I associate elephants with remembering. I was quite fond of elephants in my childhood from my love of the circus and ties to my father (he’s a stanch Republican and loved the word ‘pachyderm’). Later, I had a friend when I was in high school that went to Vietnam; his parting gift was a small jade elephant because elephants never forget. This resonated with me. Over the years, my aunt continued my collection of elephants; I wonder if it was in hopes that I’d never forget.