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—