STILL LIFE WITH DUCKS

Written by: Sidney Beck

STILL  LIFE  WITH  DUCKS

Hurry off to work and rush
At the crossroads need to push
Through the waiting  green-man crush.
Traffic gap – dodge a light –
Can’t be late – my time  is tight.

Foggy breath begins  to float
As the cold assaults my throat
And shrinks  my skin inside my coat.
A slowly-moving man in front –
Sidestep him with breathless grunt.

Snapshot spotted from the bridge –
Deep black river’s icy edge
Frozen over by the hedge.
Nothing moves, not gull nor duck.
December day dawning dark.