I’ve written a lot about ducks.
I’ve written a whole book.
Oh, look.
Spring leaves turning yellow.
Long hair curling blonde.
Hey, it’sa pond.
No ducks in it today.
They must not like.. you.
What else to do.
Oh, write a letter!
What could be better.
Or how about Nintendo—
Until maybe we can know
where the ducks did go.
“Do they even miss me?” I implore.
But Yoshi doesn’t speak to me, anymore.
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