#922493 added October 21, 2017 at 6:15am Restrictions: None
Duck in Heaven
Days darken in Oslo. Green-winter fades to yellow prays for a blanket of white. All's right. Except this gnawing at my bones. They're weary, ready to rest, to mould. In Portugal warmth fills fragrant air; here a chill breeze blows. My inner-bear seeks food to prepare for slumber. I buy a duck sandwich with extra meat, my meal of the day I eat... wandering through art filled streets. "Duck in heaven" ... may my soul join its long plucked feathers.
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