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.
 
Tay with me,
Cry, you are all I have."
 
I look out on the water,
A hundred pelicans are still floating.


Copyright © Duane Locke

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