Six Pelicans
It was as if
the veneer of a morning
split open and six pelicans
flew out through the crack
carrying the light
of another world,
bright gold upon every wing
and passing overhead
had me bathed
in a moment until
they flew back
into their world,
leaving me to mine.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2023
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