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