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Feeding the Ducks

I stood on the pier

feeding the ducks

wondering which

ones

You'd raised

and fed

and watched

swim by--

Symbols of all

the girls

in your world

That I never knew

existed

Until I opened my eyes

to all the lies -

you concocted.

Clouds rolled in

and once again

the ducks flew away

Until another day

when they would

return,

hungry

Like you--

hungry for passion

but this time

I will not be

there

to feed you.

--Beth Clark