Our feet scuffed drying ruts
along the riverbank
and we gave the land
our thanks for holding up
Alongside us, green bright head
curious,
a duck and drake kept pace
I know the quizzical eye
was a bread request
but you’re as lucky as the rest of us
Above us, swimming languid
in unbounded blue
two buzzards circled
My mind got to thinking:
what fate are they
hoping for?
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
Our feet scuffed drying ruts
along the riverbank
and we gave the land
our thanks for holding up
Alongside us, green bright head
curious,
a duck and drake kept pace
I know the quizzical eye
was a bread request
but you’re as lucky as the rest of us
Above us, swimming languid
in unbounded blue
two buzzards circled
My mind got to thinking:
what fate are they
hoping for?
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