What I’m Not

I am not a duck.

Sometimes, I watch them diving
and mimic, with a guess at the euphoria
of flying underwater.

I can copy but urgently,
and satisfied by a stomach full
of lake water know another thing:
I like trying to be
a duck when I’m not one.

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