photography by Lynda Norman
She defines a small space really --
a brown speckled bump on
the solid yellow line
of Gordon Drive.
Feather’s ruffled by
intent mini-vans and
self-focused lives,
her expiration date is blessedly past.
They say mallards mate once,
for life,
and I wonder…
what will he think
when she doesn’t come home for dinner?
Lesley-Anne Evans
2009
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