Two ducks bob in the rainy pond
One fat and white, one dappled brown
Their duck-eyes fixed on each other
Nestled in complacent young love.
Crumpled russet brown leaves whirl round
Caught up in a moment of flight,
Before being dropped and trampled
In the slushy brown Autumn mud.

The moment makes the rain less cold.
And I know that in the keys lost,
Dress stained, fridge empty, deadlines missed,
Card refused, hangover, broken-heart day -
That as long as there are still ducks
So long as there are ducks,
There will be no apocalypse.

Sorrel Wood

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