The Ducks

The green ducks quake their crystal mirror,
upsetting time, their perfect Sunday introspection,
and, green feet dancing beneath the upset,
stage the fey soliloquies of their common play;
now beneath roving carmine minister’s bells
their green cadence happy carries through the hours;
trembling, laughing, now and now, and now.

Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can read it here for free, or get it for your e-reader on iBooks, Amazon or Kobo. Or you can just say you read the book, and donate five bucks down below. Go on.

Gabriel Muoio


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