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| A photo taken from the stairs that evening |
We happened to walk to the stairs
Descending to Solana Beach, California
As the sun set
We focused on the cresting waves
And their visitors
First the surfers
Patiently waiting for the day's final sets
Second the pelicans
Dive bombing dinner
The graceful birds would fly
Parallel to the crests
Often tucking their wings
Banking sharply into the ocean
To capture a delicacy
Their trajectory would frequently take them
Just a few feet from the surfers
Where they would splash in
Mostly ignored by their neighbors
Who were more intent on
Catching the next decent wave
Each to their own
Allowing for one another
Could be a formula for a decent world
Could it not?
1 comment:
"What a wonderful bird the pelican
He can hold more in his beak than his belly can
He can hold in his beak enough for a week
And I don't know how in the hell he can!
My mom's old poem to us kids!"
This is a note in response from old pal Don Brunelle.. thanks Grayhound!
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