Dream I alone hold the key to this savage parade
Jan 22
In the Boston Public Gardens there's a row of metal ducks They live off iron filings that they peck from passing trucks. They never need to preen themselves as other ducklings must but once a month with wire wool they polish off the rust. They never waddle to the pond to stop and take a drink. It's just as well 'cause if they did they might fall in and sink.

[1999]

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