Poem: River Ducks

The striving to hold our place, as if we were a marker in a book.

River Ducks

River-ducks, they sleep with
    webbed-feet paddling
    against the current
Heads folded beneath a wing,
    it holds them motionless

And I sleep and hope
    to hold myself in place
    against tomorrow
When all’s said, all done,
    all totaled against the odds
I’m just another river-duck
Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
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