Ducks toil upon a calm ocean,
working to stay in place; even
veering, apparently serene,
their paddling feet invisible,
as the dog approaches, reaching
some tidally-exposed boulders,
clambering with loud snorts, panting.
Gulls hang on almost till the last,
then wheel and screech down at her back.
Noisy fish break through the water.
The ducks keep churning the water
although moving away a bit.
Richard Kessling / Lawrence Upton
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