Head or Tails
Each nickeled coin
recalls you
Young drakes
dunk, dive
chase
in predawn sport
Every silvered blade
conjures a pretty
bird
Me, I’m brown and
mottled
dabbled in disguise
I secret the reeds
narrow my bore
How well I know
where this all leads
So, sinking the breadth
I snap my muzzled head
to a puddled trail
to a puddled trail
Why not
Be in the sloppy
now--no matter how
wet it is
better
wet it is
better
better than this
Still you
surface
surface
in my wake
Always
sorrowed
predated
Thirsty
beyond belief
12 comments:
to me, this has a dreamlike quality that sharpens into a fine point ~
I couldn't conjure up the image of a slivered blade, as I am stuck at the point of slivered almonds, which doesn't help :-)
silvered possibly? And yes, duck rape, even when brown and mottled. A curiously disturbing poem, well conceived, if you pardon the pun.
.... there are two sides to the coin... nice capture
wow, love this!
You gave us an entry point into the water world of ducks. I feel transported and refreshed. http://www.looseleafnotes.com/2014/05/new-moon/
wonderful contrast between contentment and desire.
And rather than chance, I think we get to choose sides!
to be in the sloppy now?...many things to reflect...
This may not be a very articulate or helpful comment, but it's my initial reaction: this is way cool!
Now, I'm back for another read!
This is beautiful, smooth. Loved it :-)
lovely!
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