The long waters weave their way to the gulf.
There are no pelicans there
without dark stains slatting their feathers.
Those whose wings can lift them into the air
are gone by now, but where
does the hell-oil not bubble up spreading over
waters that were not meant to die but are
dying.
(20 June 2013)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander
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