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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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