A poem I’d like to share with you, from Eliot Dybden:
duck in the pond behind the flat
pontificating to whatever audience he thinks he has
proclaiming his territory
or maybe he’s just saying hey
hey! hey! hey!
(pause)
hey!
(pause)
hey!
the acoustics are just right
so that sometimes i believe among the cattails
roams a talkative, minature moose
at first he was a leaky tap
the squeak of a ceiling fan
but now he is the consistency of being
resistance against the dark undertown
refusing to be stifled or quelled
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