right hand pointing

Three

Three American pelicans

stood far out

in shallow water

 

on Storm Lake,

white feather next

to gray wing

 

next to orange

bill. They didn’t

complain about the

 

wastefulness of youth.

They didn’t lament

the passing of

 

the year. Without

any argument or

negotiation, they arranged

 

themselves into a

living net and

waited together on

 

the sand bar

for the fish

to come in.