Little Yellow Duck

The bigger picture is of a very young teenage girl but I have so few big pictures of that time in my mind. She was yellow haired and peachy, kind of ducky also. After 'little yellow duck' there was that 'cat canoodling’ witch; jet black hair that flew everywhere – raven uncaged, I gave pagan girl a whirl for a spell. Then the high-minded pianist, long on ideals and high heels (red toenails in bedroom pumps), too good for me – or anyone like. At age twenty-three she, the one called Frances came and went, heaven sent but wrongly addressed, leaving me wishing I had a little yellow duck to play with.