beyond the trees as far as i can see there’s a small duck i’ve been waiting for. i tell the duck my name, who i am. it probably doesn’t remember, but that’s fine. i remind myself that when you find an acquaintance after a long while of not knowing, it’s both hard and easy to get them to like you again. at least that’s what i tell myself on those blue days by the pond, feeding the geese breadcrumbs, the duck looking at me like what the hell, man, where’s mine? i don’t bring it