D U C K E T Y – D U C K Y 

 

I saw a duck 

today 

at the pier 

she greeted me 

 

With dark eyes 

of an obscure gear 

petrol pens wet 

of dirty sea  

foam, she greeted me 

 

Out of all  

the muddy shoes 

and turtle socks, 

she started at mine 

she greeted me 

said ‘‘“dude, 

hi’’” 

 

Her beak 

immovable piece 

of furniture 

but speak she did 

in her sign 

 

She greeted me –

she must have, 

right? 

For I would not 

be sitting here 

writing about an encounter 

that did not happen –

a fragment  

of life 

that almost startled me with her 

dark eyes 

of an obscure gear, 

petrol pens wet  

of dirty sea foam –

 

She did 

she did greet me 

she greeted the hell out of her  

Duckety-ducky d-unique soul 

 

And for a moment 

the pier went quiet 

silenced crowds,  

heart un-thumping 

 

For a moment 

I was less alone

 

 

WORDS: Giorgia Carli