come on duck-billed baby
your lips are hanging over your
teacup mouth
the water's gone thick with spring
it's time to
ruffle yourself
those other men, their heads
snaked under their wings, the green
glow of their slick necks
they don't have nothing
on your puffed out cream show
your chest like a burst eclair
curve around the lake edge and float
a ripple away from her
blink your little black eyes
sure she's fresh feathered
and brown backed
snootmouthed and weedy
she's out of your league,
duck-billed brother but
wiggle your rumpdance
you've got some mighty fine moves
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