Velvet Green
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1 min readJan 17, 2018
Velvet green masks, wings flap,
thrashing in the tarry tailings;
bills black, sputtered quacks:
the mallard’s last gasps;
fight gone, flight axed,
a plethora in Aurora:
1600 mired in muck, expired ducks;
Syncrude wrist-slapped for a couple bucks.
