Saturday, January 22, 2011

The Offering

Them ducks
care little of me
but for the bread
that falls from my hand

castoffs
from her sandwich
not even
my own morsel

and they know...

beady eyes clarify
disinterest
when the palms
fall empty
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1 comment:

Dalaa Ba'cho said...

Yea, ducks are cold bastards
and they don't even taste good
LW