I sat by the lake sipping coffee and feeding the ducks. In between breadcrumbs, I dialed his number. "Your call could not go through." I grinned; Could not, not would not. Long since the city summers, I finally found our stillwater space: a sense of security that felt as serene as my remote arcadia, disturbed only by the footstrokes of a hungry mallard passing by. No breadcrumbs for him.
"Call failed." Call failed, not I failed, and I picked apart the stale bagel to dip in my coffee and feed to the ducks.
A "Poem in a Moment" inspired by my "Photos in a Moment" on Instagram (@xjwharvey). See the accompanying photo at http://instagram.com/p/cScPRCTgbl/