The Place Where the Ducks -- Maureen Owen

for Steph

'the place where the ducks walk on the fish'

is almost in Ohio but manages residence in PA
when you drove us there the day was dark & ripped
the shackish stall selling bread & tidbits to
feed the carp    was closed   it was late    it was
almost December     below the bridge
the lake poured into a curved drop    a miniature
Niagara   or thumbnail shaped & Carp   so many
they replaced the water     & the Mallards as     if they
floated  treading   instead walked on the large &
rolling bodies that swam on each other's charcoal shape
mouths opened   the color of peonies