Ode to the Rubber Duck

Ode to the Rubber Duck Terra Peranteaux

A small rubber duck floats on the surface of the pond in the greenhouse as my mother coaxes life into the old sunflowers and new arugula pouring water on their heads. And as the pump in the pond moves water, the duck gets too close and the gentle stream is too much for him. Just a tap on his head from the water pouring in and he is floating upside down, as good as a dead duck. But I am here, and I pick up his body and I move him away from the stream pouring in and I put him right-side-up. And he is as good as alive again. Sometimes some water on the head is a new start.

Ode to the Rubber Duck Terra Peranteaux

A small rubber duck floats on the surface of the pond in the greenhouse as my mother coaxes life into the old sunflowers and new arugula pouring water on their heads. And as the pump in the pond moves water, the duck gets too close and the gentle stream is too much for him. Just a tap on his head from the water pouring in and he is floating upside down, as good as a dead duck. But I am here, and I pick up his body and I move him away from the stream pouring in and I put him right-side-up. And he is as good as alive again. Sometimes some water on the head is a new start.