(by jann c castor, 18 of december 17, 1998)

little pockets
filled with little people
who like ducks search every corner of the world
frightened to miss anything
amassing all they can catch

I sit green with envy thinking
Why don't I?

their attics and garages are filled with all
they could find
they hold on and on
to all they know

there are some seeking fame and wealth
hidden behind every little corner
who like ducks
quack about all those who
donÕt chase their own tails
laughing and laughing

why don't I?

there are those who see growth
only when their own noses expand and stretch
until they run in panic
and shrivel away

Why don't I?

I have a nose
I have an attic
I have a poem

quack quack quack