Your Waking Thought of Quack

Your Waking Thought of Quack

Keeler, Greg
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Art by Michael S. Maydak

 

When weather won’t hold and clouds

turn snake down skies too bright to stay,

you blame the ducks and think bad ducks

then fisting skyward shout bad ducks

at Vs that waver but don’t quit coming.

 

When rivers turn dream-side down

and thicken to the green of marmalade

in a schoolgirl’s twisted fantasy,

you blame the ducks and think duck guilt

where they capsize in backwaters

to peck scum from rocks and moon the sky

with their pointy duck butts.

 

When you wake to duck quacks

and time flags down your waking thought

of quack and quack again, you blame

the ducks for last night and the night before

and scatter them wobbling down the bank

toward the fat confetti of their reflections,

shouting beat it, bad ducks! Take this luck

and scatter on the sky for good.

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