The Duck
~ Ted Thuening
Above the sky
Below the sky,
That is where
The duck will fly.
With speed,
With grace,
Without slowing down,
It will land.
Onto the log,
In our ponds,
Of the Midwest,
It perches.
Near my house,
Outside the building,
In the weeds by the pond,
It waits.
With simplicity,
With gentleness,
With annoyance,
It quacks.
In the flock,
Above the lakes,
Through the air,
It leaves.
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