Mallard

The mallard on the pond smiled.
His head tilted to green, blue, green.
Water, united in globes, rolled upon his pigments
As his mirrored fragments danced with suns.
The banana beak split – just a little quack.
Then the pond’s ornament slipped
And dipped into a cloud.

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