The Woman Who
Feeds Ducks of Capitol Lake
At mid-morning
she arrived at the Capitol Lake
To begin her
ministry to the ducks.
She will feed
squirrels and nutria, and all hungry beings,
But her
favorites are the ducks.
Refusing to
cloak their naked greed,
The ducks crowd
the lakeshore,
Waiting for the
woman to open her bags, and
As she has done
for many, many years,
Spread her
largesse in the lakeshore’s air.
The day-old
bread is partly crumbled.
She throws out
big handfuls now toward the ruddies,
Now toward the
scaups, and
Spotting a
visiting canvasback,
She selects a
fresher-appearing piece, and
Tries to have it
land in the visitor’s domain.
The bread given
out,
The woman rolls
up her plastic bags,
Bids the
lakeshore good morning, and
Leaves filled
with joy.
--December 17,
2013
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