Pelicans on Lake Keystone
by Ken Hada



They must have arrived in the night
ahead of the lightning, the storm –
their broad wings deflecting
a nervous wind, finding refuge
in a cove, huddled in darkness.

This morning, in bright sun
they bounce on brown choppy water
dipping curious orange faces
into currents that carry them.

A few rise in flight, above the old
Arkansas river-bed, bending –
their taut wings circle perfect loops
in clean October sky.

I look up, following their flight.
I look close into their eyes –
I swear, they are smiling.






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