Paler Shade by Myra King

I don’t want to walk as far as the pelican you say I lift my eyes from our rough path view the sea misting up the hills turning their fading green a paler shade the ocean’s pond blue holds still wind less than a baby’s puff and we don’t climb the hill into suburbia too many people on our way home a rider carried on fast wheels racing his bike wet sea spray from its white walled tyres passes too close you pull me to your side the pelican rises in the distance comes to us and settles on a rock his wings stretching the possibilities

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