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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
THE DUCK LADY OF CENTER CITY PHILADELPHIA
She clings to her bags of rags
as she waddles
through the smelly-haze of another late
rush-hour hustle.
She wears a long-sleeved, long white dress
stained and feathered
with dirty layers of colored sweaters
safe on her body.
The herd of suits, silk ties,
leather shoes and designer attire steer
around invisible boundaries
that define her space.
She quacks at the passersby –
quack quack
fuck offgoodbye
and delights with her chomp
into scraps of franks and fries
snatched in a flash from a curbside
gift of some kid’s discarded lunch.
Shadows grow as the day’s glow greets
the evening’s neon lights
as she hauls her day’s booty to her secret nest -
an abandoned piano box seated in perfect fit
over a warm subway vent.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
THE DUCK LADY OF CENTER CITY PHILADELPHIA
She clings to her bags of rags
as she waddles
through the smelly-haze of another late
rush-hour hustle.
She wears a long-sleeved, long white dress
stained and feathered
with dirty layers of colored sweaters
safe on her body.
The herd of suits, silk ties,
leather shoes and designer attire steer
around invisible boundaries
that define her space.
She quacks at the passersby –
quack quack
fuck offgoodbye
and delights with her chomp
into scraps of franks and fries
snatched in a flash from a curbside
gift of some kid’s discarded lunch.
Shadows grow as the day’s glow greets
the evening’s neon lights
as she hauls her day’s booty to her secret nest -
an abandoned piano box seated in perfect fit
over a warm subway vent.