A Rubber Duck Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

No breed.
Nothing to heed
But the reel beyond
The tub.
Buoyant.
Flamboyant.
With struggling, vapid waddles
Like a ship
Finding a station
To moor itself to.
You are a lull dock.
Who is this rubber duck?
He moors himself to you
Amorously.
Let him.
Whoever he might be.
His tangerine-smeared
Cheeks
Are poised with mirth,
And the berth
Of his savvy
Sprightly serenades
Your catastrophic state.
It is in your discretion
To let him,
Or let him be.