A Pelican Told Me So

Written in the woods,
fraying with the tide,
every move made in pencil
crushes and defines.

oh how
all the collections,
they push me back and forth--
back and forth
with every inch of varied tidings
the pelican steals the show

but I'm sure that you all know
that each hand that wrote til crippled
is now
left
inside the drawers