"you may take it as a sign of direction,"
so she and her angst
walked hand-in-hand into the sunset.
Afternoons, they play at being
pink flamingoes lounging by the pool,
balanced on one leg;
evenings, they're flamenco dancers
clacking bills like castanets,
but mornings are hard work
for ducks being ducks
eating slugs being slugs
and making us eggs for breakfast.
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