a pelican ponder

In groups of two, three, four
they skim the wet surfaces of Earth,
seeing past the white, churned murkiness
into the silver flashing of
mealtime without end..
Pelicans: pterodactyl memories,
ancient reptilian echoes across an avian sky.
Hatched..where? In swamps- estuarial kingdoms of brown-twigged nests;
Sleek, dirt colored silk jettisoned from the sky,
become a prayer of God to a sometimes tired world:




@david weber, august, 2010



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