Duck & Groundcover

Duck & Groundcover


Meadows petaled turquoise.
They shiver like glacial lakes
Even when the sun shines.
A duck could be forgiven,
Then, the lack of grace
In a dry landing. The ooofff!
We each to Heaven send
At every bounce, a plea:
How about a little mercy,
For ducks’ sake? What the duck
Must think the moment the lake
Reveals itself a field of blue
Flowers & a few sharp stones—.
O God, where did I go wrong—

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