Why? Why simply because

when I was young I couldn't understand.

I never knew what was going on."

— For another French man in Mycenae. August 28,1988

A Pelican Wish

The ruminations are mine, let

the world

be yours.

— For no one. Olympia, Greece. August 31, 1988

Before Him reuniting story lines he never knew but was freshly told of then

The passing promise was just an eyeful glance promising just that —

and I saw more, usually do —

the kept oblation for razor'd sight —

"I really believe you're shredding boundaries"

The light.

Dear Elihu, Just wondered if you might reconstruct some wisdom

regarding the journeyman's decision.

But another journeyman's passage cut the scape and

broke Pelican quickly with a genuine

embrace.

— For Camille at the Youth Hostel. Naples, Italy. September 2,1988

If there were a clue worth holding onto

it was the nail, the strongest point that alone,

at first, fixed and recreated, the house.

But Pelican was not a detective and did not follow the process.

His eyes were old and full and after all the house his friends had spoken of still stood.

He tapped his fingers playfully on the wall

—tap! tap! tap!

He smiled a bit.

It seemed right to him, not at long last

but right along the way.

"Where I've been.

Where I am," he said and then sighing added—

"I'd like to return one day if only for a little while to drink something warm."

— Le Clou De Paris.

Rue Danton, Paris.

August 12,1990