| Where ducks sat we sat next And wanted to be Dutch. If we would walk upright and not Glance right or left the intersections Would not come at us Sideways, is what we thought. But after a time it is hard To keep feeling you are making this the best time To look back on. We talked. Some times I would walk By a beetle thrashing On the rocking of its domed-back and flip It rightside. To say I'm here, and you be there. Now the cicadas. Their long curving Sound, and I turn The thick line of their music into Us. Even the ducks. Then look back at the trip, how Better than to be on it it is to be Well bathed, and able to read the coins And translate their value. Copyright © 2016 Michele Glazer. Used with permission of the author. |
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