Waddle

Took a quick look
at the jagged outline
of the landscape
over Baseline,

and bit my lip
crossing under it,
imprinting the scene
for my bitter

brew, the scalding
stir of occasions
where I gasped
at the view,

pinned within
a postcard,
two ducks
crossing over

to reach water,
crossing yet
still arriving:
dwarfed.