Pieces of Clothing

by Daniel Liberatore

Mob of ducks
Moves back and forth
In the water
As you sway in your hammock
And strum your guitar quietly

Cars thud tires
And a siren sounds silently in the distance
A motorboat hums

The sun spies you lying there
With thoughts spilling lengthwise
Into the lake

Hearing your world
You untuck your shirt from your jeans
And watch the ducks
With shoes undone and sweatshirt sleeping

Nature is the pieces of clothing
That you wear everyday
Today your socks match

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