…Like No One’s Quacking

The ballerina had a duck
With whom she’d pas de deux at night
Behind her boyfriend’s pickup truck
Illuminated by the light,
Reflected in the bumper’s chrome,
From that benighted sign whose sight
Invited strangers to her home.

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