Dogs 2012

A DUCK
(6/29/12)


I pull
into
the parking
lot
into my
usual
space

when
you're the
first
one there
every day
there's really
no doubt

so much
work
to do today
that I have
a fog
of feigned
responsibility
clouding
my vision

so much
so
that I hardly
notice
the duck
until I'm almost
upon her

she's standing
right in front
of the front
door
as if she's
waiting
for someone
to let her
in

beautiful
mallard browns
grays
black
and white

her yellowish
bill
points
in my direction
as she assesses
my danger
factor

she
doesn't
seem panicked
and only slightly
slowly
waddles away
to make room
for my approach

she settles
about
five feet
farther
bright eyes
shining upon
my every
move

we're only
about
a mile
and a half
from the river
and while
we see
water fowl
flying
to and from
that ribbon
of water
they seldom
settle
in our vicinity

I ask her
what she wants
but she only
mutters
a muffled
quacked reply
and shakes
her feathered
tail

workday
calling
I edge carefully
into the building
and begin
the morning
routine

I come
back outside
after attending
to the necessary
opening elements
but she
is gone

I wonder
at her
meaning

the day
almost
done
I think
of her still

the possibility
of duck
will precede
me
for days
to come

possibly
longer