Thursday Poetry

Little Ducklings

By Billie Daddario

They flocked around me once

Like little ducklings, much more

A nuisance than I imagined.

They kept me from being me

They didn’t see me

Couldn’t see me

I couldn’t see me

I saw myself through them

The little ducklings.

Following me that one summer

Giving me gifts

Offering to me

Gifts of their time

Sitting at my feet.

Looking up at me.

Wanting from me

What I dare not give.

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