Still Life with Ducks

Your ducks poised for flight

forever askew, unaligned, I linger…

To repent or not.

Will you miss my silent entertainment?

Mirth drops like bounty

from the leaden sky

when my geese meet your ducks, summer meets winter.

So easy to shoot at,

never enough time to mourn.

One just out of line.

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