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Lame Duck based on true events My heart sinks at the sight of a pure white, domestic duck feebly flapping her bloodied wings by the side of the highway. I tap my brakes as we come closer, my mind racing— Do I stop? Where would I take her? Who tends to lame ducks? How badly is she hurt? My van pulls abreast of her, and I crane my neck as we glide past clucking my tongue as the duck transforms into a pure white grocery sack, red letters telling me “Thanks for Shopping.”
Last week, I saw this post on Threads about a women who pulled over to help a creature in the middle of the road only to discover it was actually a blueberry bagel. I sympathized, for obvious reason.
You can find “Lame Duck” and other poems like it in Some Days Are Sandstone (also available on Amazon).
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