Ducks In a Row
Ducks in a row.
Tails lower than currents of pebbles
on glass shards of reflecting power
Here and now fading
with ripples and lily pad vibrations.
Geese squawking
wretched wretches of who and what.
Sounds only nature could imagine and love.
Somewhere below scales out of tune
Play sunlight serenades
to all the earless in the world
With no sounds
like thumping in a drum.
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