Ducks

pout

with their out-

looks, on reflections, they ponder

about being swans and dream,

quack

with their black

feathers blending with the pond water

as moonless midnight beats,

bother

with each other

lining up at the back of their mother

crossing the current street,

and

with their ends

wagging off water, waddling after

with their webbed feet.

after Marianne Moore
for Kat Rodriguez who insists!
Day 13 11:04:00 PM
Loyola Heights, Quezon City

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