How lucky am I To bear witness as I sit Beside the lake, its glass-like waters Mirroring the sky, as the brown pelicans Move like a gang in flight Dwarfing the usual winged inhabitants. A great egret on the south side bank Tips back its head and swallows An edible delight, while the pelicans Now settled on mid-lake islands Displace the wayward starlings. How lucky am I To breathe.
Lori Cole
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