Today I woke up, read the prompt, fell back into dreams, and awoke with the first part of the poem. It is also the birthday of my elephant-loving friend without a single elephant in my post and the election day in Slovenia.

Prompt 24: “Hard-boiled detective novels are known for their use of vivid similes, often with an ironic or sarcastic tone. … Today, I’d like to challenge you to channel your inner gumshoe, and write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile.”
Body of work Like a dream full of buzzards and hornets on a hot day, like the path refugees and migrants are going to cut right next to her home, like wrangling the dangling participle, Oxford comma, and every other fascinating bit of grammar nobody cares about, trying to assuage the dreaded election day, birthday of a faraway friend, and the unfortunate loss of the already won game, her meandering mind is hard at work trying to make sense of what she wrote and wondering what in the world just happened.
And finally:
Happy birthday, Taja! I love you and miss you. Have all the poppies from here and I hope to see you soon again.
Here we are, birthday girl Taja and I, a long time ago, getting longer by the minute. More together moments and elephants are in the previous birthday posts available by clicking the (green) links below. The photos of the poppy field above were taken almost exactly one year ago. No such red explosions yet this year.
The last day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: Hopeful elegy in 44 words
It’s not years gathered, is it. It’s not like when a dog dies and you say: 16, a good life. Does it matter how you die? When? Where? (Read on.)

2019: Dictionary of New Slovenian Words
When you LOGIN, make sure in your LOGISTICS that the LOGO is equipped with LOJTRA /#hashtag/ which complements your LOOK so that you don’t come off as a complete LOSER who merely LOUNGES all day, waiting for a LOVE STORY spurred on by LSD with LUNATIC results such as LUSTRATION by way of LYCRA or even LYME DISEASE. (See all elephants.)

2020: Watermelon fun
How my grandma would buy one of 8, 9 or 10 kilos at the market, walked home and dragged it up to the fourth floor without a lift. Talking about watermelon fun. How I used to spit but now I swallow.

2021: My elephant-loving friend
My elephant-loving friend does not spend many hours of each day eating. She does not strip bark from a nearby tree and chew it until it makes a large ball. She does not consume about 100 kg of food and 100 litres of water per day.
This day in my blogging history
HappyBirthday to your friend
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Gorgeous views, and lovely birthday tribute to your friend.
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Fab photos. These are fun, a wonderful tribute to your friend. 🙂
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What a lovely post, Manja. Your pictures are amazing.
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Lovely tribute, Manja. 🙂
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Our minds are juggling too many things at one time–this moment of losing track of what just happened is very familiar. Love the poppies and this beautiful tribute to your friend.💜🍃
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Those second dreamtimes can be extra disorienting.
Wonderful friend birthday photos too. (L)
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“like wrangling the dangling
participle, Oxford comma,
and every other fascinating bit of grammar
nobody cares about,” Had me shaking my head in agreement, and laughing, Manja. –Curt
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I love elephants, I took 1200 photos of them when we went to Zimbabwe
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What just happened — indeed! Lovely writing. Happy birthday to your friend. Bless you both. Xoxo
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Gorgeous poppies! I especially love the shot where you focused on a single stem of grass and let the poppies blur behind it 🙂
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I love that you woke up with the first part of your poem. Your brain is such a clever ticking thing. I approve of your brain so much, you know 😀
Adore the photos, the poem, the photo of you and your friend and your pensive expressions! It’s cute 😀 Grammar is fascinating, it’s true, but useless to poets who would turn it on its head at the wink of an eye 🙂 I’m glad they do. I teach grammar but I also like to kick it in the bum.
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