White Pelican
fifty years of threaded marriage
woven connections broken
her body sickens strands untwine
her spirit though still sings
a clear young soprano her
broken-open milky pool
American pelicans circle
enormous white lusty throated birds
pondering, patient, and sturdy
webbed feet paddle, a surge,
a thrust of snowy teardrops spraying
white wings seen as black underneath
the birds burst up into their heavy glide
and it’s the up-up
we children love
to see her rise
I am grateful to Light Ekphrastic journal for publishing this poem (2023).
Afterward for “White Pelican” by Sher Schwartz

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