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by Kerem Tasdan

the orange duck

their beak too narrow

with feathers sun-dyed,

little is known about the newcomer.

To be attached to Home is to lose new brothers,

while swimming in both waters only confuses all the others

in the end; is neither best?

The maroon cousin, while seeking to soothe

instead spews a rather splintered view:

we are Red, they are Yellow, but you are orange.

Yet the orange duck

with their tapered beak held high,

waddled blissfully into the bustling pond.