Duck Poem by Clive Culverhouse
Duck
he sits on the roof
of the building opposite
I sit on the sofa
glimpsed from the window;
him with his feathers
me with my skin;
themes tune
and blossom falls
from trees
like plates don't fall
out of the cupboard
and we could go on
like that for hours
such
was the relationship
we had
Did you ever try to meet him? Did he duck out on you?
Actually he hasn't been round for a while so he must have done. Thanks for taking the time to comment
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I put this poem on Poetry Soup, here's a comment 'Ah, wonderful exchange of visual here. I like the way this relationship is described.'