Meeting a Writer at Lake Bosumtwi

When you return will you bring me a writing book?

the English was heavily accented

the face was young and inquiring

English I say

When you return will you bring me a writing book?

I heard the word clearer now and know of a request for book

any book I ask

a writing book

Are you a writer I am a writer

Then I remember that I have a small moleskin book in my bag

I bring out the book and present it to him

I hope he becomes a writer

I see him in the distance walking home with his book

We wave goodbye as I leave Lake Bosumtwi.

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Meeting a Writer at Lake Bosumtwi

White Pelican

The first white pelican I saw was in Florida.  My husband and I were driving past a pond and there it was resting on the water.  I shout white pelican, white pelican.  (We were sometimes birders.). Go around the block.  He won’t do it.  He keeps going.  There is only so much pain I can wear on my face.  I kept it there for days.

Now in Texas he says – did I tell you there were white pelicans on the lake yesterday?  White pelican, white pelican.  We walk to the lake seeing them from a distance.  We keep walking to the shore and there they are, about a hundred more.

find white pelican

migration flight in winter

wipes the pain away

White Pelican