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cycling to work in the rain, narrow
path of ballard bridge,
i stop to photograph a spreading slick and think
how picturesque
the end of the world will be (as if it weren't
already happening).
two ducks approach, turn back, move further along
looking for a gap
but they won't find one--whatever it is stretches
from bank to bank.
oh well, there's always flight--but every bird has
got to land.
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