Classic Poem

It isn't ever
all green thought
in green shade,
is it? When even
a duck pivots
beak-down in
pursuit of the
succulent options
that tuck and
cling among the
dangling roots of
an emerald dream,
parts stay so
independent they seem
foreign. With the
duck, for example,
the improbable
curl-peaked
eider island
that bobbles
above him.











From Poetry Magazine, Vol. 185, no. 2, Nov. 2004. Used with permission.