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White Pelicans

By Clara Blair

A lone white cloud
Moves purposefully
Across the blue sky.
Hundreds of great white birds
With black-tipped wings
Fly steadily southward.

White pelicans in migration,
Following the sun,
Spiraling upward
In ever-growing circles,
These living, feathered poems
Rob me of words.

© 2003 Clara Blair, September 22, 2003  

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Name: John I. Blair Email: blair@airmail.net
Comment: Having been there with you (more than once) to see a great flock of pelicans spiraling into the sunlight, I well know what a catch-in-the-throat, omigod! sort of experience it is. Beautifully said.

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