- By Jon Moore
Cruise through town
Few folks around
Dan’s at the bar
In front, by a car
Sprinkles on the roof
Parked at end of Wharf
A walker on the hooff
Blocks my view, of course
Only one is all it takes
Deep breath…then sit ‘n wait
Soon they move so all is cool
Outbound pelican soars to the gate
Golden, yes…that’s the one
Over there, inside the clouds
Hidden strong, tall and long
Buried in the foggy shrouds
BoStin channel’s in mid-tide
Filling slowly, rise surreal
Bobbing, gloating, in the floating
That pelican stopped for a meal
Right here today on the Bo Bay
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