November 29, “Thirteen Pelicans in Flight,” from NOVEMBER: A Poem in 30 Days

pelican

Thirteen Pelicans in Flight

 

above the couple
who walk

the sandy side
of Carolina

as the tide leans
on Africa.

The sea tortoise lies
beached in the surf

after a century
of shrimp

and hurricanes.
Weathered timbers

jut from the dune,
splinters raised
by rains

and grainy salt,
only to be buried,

then recovered. And this pair
search the lagoon with their toes

for sand dollars
and conches

that grow
on the bank

of the island
that rises 

from the tide's
retreat.

 

excerpted from
NOVEMBER: A Poem in 30 Days
in memory of the last month of life of Lester C Coe (1925-1978)

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We are, I believe, and everything is, in perpetual unfolding/enfolding/evolving. By surface appearances, we're in turmoil and fearfullness, but in fact our existence is on the edge of a new way, beyond the US versus THEM we have grown with. I encourage you to join me over coffee or tea in face-to-face encounters. I call this exercise, "CAFFEINE COMMUNION: Encounters with Paradigm Pioneers." I'm a Columbus, Ohio husband, father and citizen. I practice string band sounds from the ridges of Pocahontas County, West Virginia, the vortex of the ancient drone.
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