
skimming over
invisible slidingboards of air,
buoyant as balloons
no strings attached.
glide and slide
no care, so slow any
other would plummet
without flapping.
landing only to
belly-surf and find
lunch in the mullet pack
racing below glassy swells.

nice photography.
ReplyDeleteNice poetry.
Now if only the pelicans could find some 'nice' fish, eh?
I believe a life of slack suits your writing skills!
ReplyDelete:o)
I hear they taste fishy.
ReplyDelete...
ReplyDeleteAs the black fin emerges
silent, sleek and giddy,
the morsel that lays before,
though a bit light and fluffy
will make a tasty snack
for the afternoon prowl.
So sue me.
Berry, the pelicans look very healthy. I don't think they go hungry d:-)
ReplyDeleteJoan, I have to admit, there is much of this time off that I love.
Thank you!
Mark, heh...I've never known anyone who tried them.
Dave, I keep telling you that you have hidden talents. Nice!
I could see in my minds eye a flight of pelicans skimming over the beach and surf so clearly from your description and my memory. Almost as if there.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
Larry, if I can put a picture in your mind, that means a lot to me!
ReplyDeleteThis is very nice..
ReplyDeleteWas hoping you'd like it :-)
ReplyDeleteNice! Was this when you still lived in Florida?
ReplyDeleteThanks, Foam!
ReplyDeleteYes, this was seven years ago.