There Will Be Ducks
It is a comforting thought that
there will always be ducks in our neighborhood.
Every decade of my life
there have always been Mallards,
though not many fancy ducks.
You can rely on Mallards to be the same,
not just in appearance, but in a certain duckiness,
a characteristic-ness.
When I was young Mallards
were just the same as they are now;
the ducklings have not changed either.
You might think I am being ridiculously obvious,
you might suppose me to be simple-minded,
but at age 74 it is most comforting
to know that something
as lovable, quarrelsome,
and irascible
as a Mallard duck has not changed.
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