slosh, slosh, slosh
running feet through puddled water,
chasing ducks
quack, quack, quack
as the winter slowly encroaches
he pulls his windbreaker tighter,
aching inside,
though he’s not sure why.
slosh, slosh, slosh
deliberating splashing anything water in sight,
dragging feet across the pavement
as the wind blows.
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