wild ducks
pass over the water
like shadows
leaving only streaks of light
. . . I refold your letter
Moonbathing 7, fall/winter 2012
A letter written nearly seventy years ago--its reader & writer both long gone, leaving only streaks of light.
A letter written nearly seventy years ago--its reader & writer both long gone, leaving only streaks of light.
I was admiring this poignant poem of yours just yesterday. I saw wild ducks gliding along a waterway myself not long ago; as you say, they were like shadows. Striking last line.
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