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as I walk by the lake
ducks and geese scramble about
to see what they can get
from the walker by the waters shore
     “nothing today, my friends”
     I softly tell the quacking ducks and geese
waves hit the shoreline
with a smack and a thud,
splashing up on the sidewalk
as I pass by thinking, dreaming,
immersing myself in my surroundings
     boats and jet ski’s echo
     and bounce across the water
     as if they were alone
     in the world of many
when I near the railroad tracks
a train blows its horn
to warn of its arrival
     with my ears still plugged
     from the trains blowing horn,
     I turn around to head back home
and I wonder
where the train is heading,
where the boats and jet ski’s disappeared to,
why these ducks and geese chase people
if there is no bread to be handed out
when they meet a walker on any given path by the lake
     the lake is soon hidden
     behind the houses and trees
     as I near my house
I open the door
and find myself
alone again