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Connections: March 11.18

I hold these geese

in low esteem

this has become

my  rabid meme.

And so it is

with disbelief

I ask is this

a goose in grief.

In seeming search

unanswered blat

it seems to wander

aimless, flat.

It’s obvious

my mind is crumbling

imagination stretched

brain all bumbling.

A writer’s mind

obliterated

sees the world

hallucinated.

How else to render

explanation

for my deluded

ratiocination?

Perhaps his lady

is just egg-sitting

and he is nervous

tense, unwitting.

But whether Dame

or anxious Sire

the ducks are going

to inquire.

I needn’t worry

until I see

my back yard’s become

the nursery.

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Connections: December 25.17

Christmas Eve

the veil fell;

on webbed tiptoe

two ducks attended,

thickening the silence.

Christmas wrap

of folded wing

nodding branch

satin of still water —

in such small space

so vast a peace.

 

 

Wishing you a moment of peace, dear reader, in the traditions you hold dear.

 

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Connections: October 26.16

 

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAI think the ducks know

that their grey-green world

is edged in yellow-brown

that summer’s London Bridge

leaf by leaf

is falling down

that their rippled hideaway

will soon be roofed

by bare-boned arbor

so subdued they seem

gliding

soundless

to its shady harbor.

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