Cousin Duck – a poem

here we are in this big city together
this concrete pond of rectangles
regular shapes poured by minds of men
dividing our water from flowing love of streams

you and I relate

if you believe the stories told by Darwin and his primate descendants
who wear white labcoats and a clean shave this very morning

tell me, cousin, should I believe the stories of science?

it wields technology I can tap on this screen in my hand

certain-men claim this is not magic

i have so many questions that drip on my head


drenching my sequential I,

it thinks and forgets to am…

You are a duck.


You are wise enough to know the water,
while I try to keep my head above stories.

Here, let us break bread.


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