Friday, May 7, 2010

Pelican, I Salute You.

Because I never tire of watching your sleek form dive-bomb into the Pacific. Because you float on the thermals and updrafts like a crafty hawk, and yet you possess the silhouette of a dodo. Because your name graces an English press, an expensive Muir Beach Inn, and a Pensacola baseball team, and because Western Civilization has invested you with metaphorical significance for two thousand years. Because you are the first sentient being I look for when I return to the ocean bluffs and trails of San Francisco, and because you (almost) never fail to greet me. Pelican, I salute you!

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