When I Grow Up
when I grow up I shall live in a duck, Tracy said.
we thought she was kidding, laughed until we were red.
a sculptor, artist and painter, she now lives in a duck.
outside parked in her driveway is her fancy food truck.
yes, she was going to sell tacos and churros too.
no one laughs now, and her bank account is terrifically blue.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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