The Duck


Above the water
Clear as glass
No movement shown
A flawless mask

But underneath
You do not see
The swimming feet
That carry me

As days go by
And weeks move on
Sometimes sinking
Other times strong

The illusion you see
Not always real
Of what I think
Or how I feel

But the feet move on
And the glass will hide
The moving feet
With the changing tide

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