The duck ghosts atop the water.
A crack swimmer, it is content
in the company of only
the wake that it creates.
The bird knows this time
alone is limited so it checks
to see if the raft is at hand.
With the group nowhere in sight,
it continues the journey--freestyle.
Thanks to Robert Lee Brewer for his continuing Wednesday prompts on Poetic Asides. While writing this poem, I learned a new definition for ghost (glide smoothly) and raft (a group of ducks).
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