Least Read Poems on Mary Oliver

1.
 
Unusual, in the distance, stillness  
beneath a hanging    
wispy algae as it waves  
a flag. The pelican    
whittled down  
to its base form. Stark, stranded, smooth-  
an orange beak    
like a bird of paradise and I sought heaven  
in your duplicity, in your triplicity,    
in your multitudes, a million    
lights emerge    
as static on the sea, I did not see it.  
I believe wishes come    
   
2.  
   
from the wing bone. Funny,  
life is not a stranger, but death is....