pausing.
I wash my hands three times
wondering if they're clean
and pause twice,
smelling the soap
I ask myself if I washed them
I look out the back window
at mallard ducks in a pair
the male struts in his green iridescence
and I wonder
if their gender issues
affect their young this way
I forget
the conference this morning
turn right on red
leave the garage door wide open
my purse in the car
and my coffee is still
on the kitchen counter
I read somewhere once
that mallard ducks
mate for life
wondering if they're clean
and pause twice,
smelling the soap
I ask myself if I washed them
I look out the back window
at mallard ducks in a pair
the male struts in his green iridescence
and I wonder
if their gender issues
affect their young this way
I forget
the conference this morning
turn right on red
leave the garage door wide open
my purse in the car
and my coffee is still
on the kitchen counter
I read somewhere once
that mallard ducks
mate for life
© april 2011 heather brager
This poem made me pause and ponder, and I am richer for it.
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