There is something unsubtle in the ducks’ ambition, in the cursive arrows of water that they draw in the moonlight. They give it all away at once, if you would stop to watch.
And you can’t help but listen to their loud calls, like mocking laughter as you quickly pass them by in the inky morning.
downhill, each footfall
wedging against the gravel
fear of momentum
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This is one of a series of haibun based/conceived on morning runs along the same 6k route.