In the spring time there
is two wild duck's that come back year after year.
The wild duck's fly into the pond.
Right across from our lawn.
There is a male and a female duck.
The male is so vibrantly bright in the moon light.the female is nice looking also.
They love to eat bread.
They don't have a care in the air.
I would sneak out of my house with my camera.
Take photos of the ducks swimming in the pond.
Sometimes they would fly away.
They would come back when they knew I was gone.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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