the
ducks in the city park
had
a small pond to swim innear the library
always competing
for space
their voices never silenced
'cept by shouts
from children
with their summer games
at
noon
the
entire town managementcomes walking down main street
maybe a half-dozen of them
the mayor is obvious in his bolo tie
at the head
of the entourage
the
real worker though
might
have beenthe woman with the briefcase
and working lunch expression
on her face
the
diner across the street
opened
their doorsto the weathered look
of cowpokes
and dusty augusts
---
e b bortz
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