Happy Pelican

by Donna Levine Gershon

I crane so I can see him
as I cross the marsh.
I should be watching
the guy in front of me,
but I am dying
to be out of this car.

Maybe I am out of this body,
near dead of congestive traffic
and failure to thrive.
Soon I will see the bright light
in my rear-view mirror.
He is smiling, I swear he is.