April 22, Morning Walk
Panicky cheeping to my ears.
A dozen ducklings in a storm drain
deep as I am tall
can't climb can't fly can't escape
except down the big pipe.
Mama duck above the drain
stands frantic, flapping and quacking.
So I lower myself
into gloppy gunk over my ankles.
Scoop with my clasped hands
twelve fuzzy wigglers
with underbellies of slime
one by one
and set them above.
Mama duck warns of discipline
as smelly ducklings in a peepy line
follow her to cattails, and gone.
I resume my walk in mucky shoes,
socks stinking of rot.
Had to do it. Right?
Happy Earth Day.
(And some day, when I’m in the drain
will you do it for me?)
…..
photo by Alexis Fotos
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