The Significance of a White Duck

Sometimes I feel like

I can’t breathe

here,

in this prison

I’ve built around myself.

Then this;

seven white ducks

waddle into my yard,

dance around my feet,

snapping their bright orange bills,

searching,

like me,

for something more.

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