A walking path
The sun goes down
Some neon lights
A distant town
A crunching sound
Beneath my feet
A lonely duck
The air is sweet
Reflecting on
The water’s task
I see the duck
And hear it ask
Why is it so
And ever so
That all of you
In circles go?
A walking path
A summer sweat
And I have got
No answers
Yet
To share is human:
I talk to my ducks as I meet them each day. They always answer back!
Ducks have a hard time with my accent.