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We Were Sitting on a Rock

By Jen Zeni

We were sitting on a rock

Which sticks half way out into the crystal

Clear blue surface of the lake.

A cold breeze sweeps through

The pine trees around us,

And we pull our legs to our chests

And huddle close together

On our rock.

A brilliantly colored duck

Breaks the smooth surface of the crystal

Clear blue of the lake

As he pushes his way through it,

As effortlessly as we push our way

Through the air,

On his solitary journey

Towards our rock.

We watch the red and the gold

Of his wings as he glides through the crystal

Clear blue of the lake.

We see him gliding on the breeze,

As if he is only a sailing vessel

Made of leaves and canvas,

Bound to crash

On our rock.

We break off a piece of our granola bar,

Trying to tempt him out of the crystal

Clear blue of the lake.

We push it away from us

And he tries to reach for it

Climbing, like a prince

Dismounting from his white stallion,

On to our rock.

He gracefully accepts our offerings,

And as we feed him more he forgets about the crystal

Clear blue of the lake.

And becomes one of us,

Huddled against the wind.

And he steps, as gracefully as a ballet dancer

Performing a complicated piroette,

On to my knee.

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