I brought bread.
The duck baby keeps diving.
Fishing like I wish I could.
I brought bread, but the shoals are
spilling over with plates so I
skipped a rock and it bounced two timer over his beak.
The couple
laughs because they've been
talking about how difficult it's been
for him to skip rocks and I
have been winging them
like a full time starter
on an em ell bee team.
It's been
a little bit of back pocket hawk.
Chilling to say the least.
I think I am,
but what they are
is beginning to flirt with the beast.
The rock goes and it makes
a little bit of wave and the bit
bites the water and the water waves
bite the first
across the sandbar and it goes
to bite the lip. Heave away my johnnies
heave a way out through.
The geese resettled. Cross river and
the tugboat captain lights up the lock.
We're far too late.
