She doesn’t like
pelicans,
says one left
its droppings
in her lap while
she was vacationing
once.
But I love
to watch them
glide,
their wings,
like a nun’s cornette, outstretched,
imbued with
something divine
on which they coast
serenely.

M. Zane McClellan

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