The Duck

Kazuya Akimoto

Kazuya Akimoto

A duck
swims across
the ferry’s bow
Black knife slicing
the falling/rising sea
Look! A Shark! I say
in feigned fright
She but offers
A Duck!

No foolin’
those who know
ducks from sharks
Or those who know
all signs from substance
Just once I’d love to
hear Oh, My God
What will we do?
We’re doomed!

Alas, after
the familiarity
of too many dreams
it is too much to hope!
Through the windshield
Whidbey now slips by
on dancing horizon
held fast only
by fantasy


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to The Duck

  1. when angry, sharks and ducks both bite


    • I ask myself why peoples systematically oppressed, isolated from progress, and without any power should become so radicalized that they turn to terrorism as a solution; and, as a poet friend recently wrote ‘how remarkable is it to find he is me’ and ‘biting’ becomes a viable if not entirely productive option . . .

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