The Pelicans

by Peter Notehelfer
Rod Bax

Rod Bax

Over the water
the white pelicans
sail past in their pairs
Wings stretched wide as though
to touch both east & west shore
Yellow pouched beaks
empty as my creel
pointing north 

They nest here
in the prairie grass
along the shallow water
raise the young on sweet trout
teach them the fine art of flight
till the summer’s drought
has moved the lake
to the south


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