Thursday, April 23, 2009

Poetry About Where I Live

My Morning Commute
~Sue Miller
Every day I drive past this little pond
High on the four-lane, pond below, to my right
Reflecting blue sky, or gray
With two duck houses

This year there is a drake, small brightly colored
He sits…
On the front porch of the duck house
In the water, floating

There is no hen
For nearly three months he is there
Beautiful, bright,
Then gone

Weeks later a set of paws rest
In the bare space between water and tall grasses
Paws, gray legs, perked ears,
Pointed nose
Bright eyes

Upright, attentive, the coyote lays
Ready to leap
At the wood duck that is no longer there

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