March Poems, No. 14
My cry
Crawls along the coast.
I look out on the water,
See a hundred pelicans floating.
My cry is crawling away from me.
I put my foot on the cry.
My cry begs for me take my foot away.
My cry wants to go out into the world.
I say, "No cry.
If you went, you would be unwanted and lost.
Stay with me,
Cry, you are all I have."
I look out on the water,
A hundred pelicans are still floating.
Duane Locke
Posted over on A Little Poetry
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