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Three more lines about ducks
Apr. 20th, 2011 06:33 pmOne mallard flies across a gray morning sky;
that evening, a bufflehead bobs lightly
between slate waves and darkness.
...can you write a poem about a bufflehead and have it taken seriously? I could make it a goldeneye, but the duck in my head is a bufflehead and it doesn't seem right to change it. They are serious small ducks; respect them.
Today was obnoxious, but hey, ducks.
that evening, a bufflehead bobs lightly
between slate waves and darkness.
...can you write a poem about a bufflehead and have it taken seriously? I could make it a goldeneye, but the duck in my head is a bufflehead and it doesn't seem right to change it. They are serious small ducks; respect them.
Today was obnoxious, but hey, ducks.
