Swing, Slide, Ducks
by Fanz Hugo

Swing, slide, ducks.
That’s what she said,
waking up from
a nice afternoon nap.

Being fearless on a swing,
with one hundred and twenty
degrees of the whole
world to live through.

The fear of the slide
came from growing heavy
enough to drop out of it
and hit the ground.

The ducks are so many.
Always happy to see any.
When they’re gone,
Always happy to move on.

So the routine started
to stick. When asked
how her nap is:
swing, slide, ducks.

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