The brown pelican’s helpless
wings bare
a kind of cross.
We know that feeling
when, on our knees, we trusted,
even God, when (We -
“See. We go with them.”)
were dying; when
someone we loved
was dying.
We watched.
Piteous supplicant,
at Our Mercy.
wings bare
a kind of cross.
We know that feeling
when, on our knees, we trusted,
even God, when (We -
“See. We go with them.”)
were dying; when
someone we loved
was dying.
We watched.
Piteous supplicant,
at Our Mercy.
Lillian Baker Kennedy, author of Tomorrow After Night (Bay River Press, 2003) and Notions (Pudding House, 2004) practices law and lives in an old cape bordered by wild roses in Auburn, Maine. A part-time instructor at USM L-A, Kennedy is a Pushcart nominee and graduate of Stonecoast’s MFA program. Kennedy’s poetry has been anthologized, exhibited and published in numerous small presses and is forthcoming this fall in the Comstock Review and Puckerbrush Review. An interview, critical essay on poetics and some poems are available online.
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