Some Things Never Change

I used to fling bread at ducks
with stubby little boy arms
not yet skilled at throwing

While I liked avian attention
I didn’t want them too close
with their loud harsh quacks

The duck pond in my hometown park
had a little island that wasn’t
but it’s how I learned the words
isthmus and peninsula

Squatting on the shore
heaving bread into water
with my parents on the “mainland”

I felt the twinge of independence
glad they weren’t too close
still wanting them to watch

But anxious about being left behind

(for this week’s Living Poetry Prompt: Park)

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

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