"...to carry away memories brought for the forgetting
on one thousand one auspicious origami birds
whispering over chilled salmon, ripe fruit
suggesting the fertility of the afternoon."
from the poem, "One thousand one wedding cranes" 1998
Where do pelicans die?
How does a pelican’s mate mourn?
Do neighbors bring them catch of the day
so they don’t have to leave their grieving?
Who tends the chubby little wren body
when there’s a death? Who gathers in their favorite ficus
to keen for the lost youngster who couldn’t sit still?
I, too, have lost friends over these last years,
not lovers or family, just plain-paper friends
and felt the quick cut of aloneness wound anew.
I cannot go back in time to that first flush
of friendship, cannot travel back over miles,
lay my hand on their door to say good-bye.
Teachers, heroes, pals pass like those fallen pelicans
as sorrow slows my gait, limits my eyes
in an ache of loss that hardly shakes the world.
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Sharon Lopez Mooney, 'Where do pelicans die?' in Poetic Medicine, New Voices, ed. Eve Dubrow, Palo Alto, CA, Fall 2021 : https://poetrypill.blogspot.com/p/new-voices.html
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