I’ll meet you where the ducks cross.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/crossing/

 

I’ll meet you where the ducks like to cross the road

So that I can tell you about my ache

Over and from my shoulder blades

Down and through my knees

Up and around my neck

I’ll meet you there where the ducks cross the road

I know that you know

Where that is

I’ll play you my favorite song

It’s about a girl

That is stuck behind bars

I’ll meet you where the ducks like to cross

And we can lay in the street

I’ll put my hands behind my head

And stare up at the sky

And wiggle my toes back and forth

I’ll talk to you like you’re there

I’ll meet you there where the ducks cross

Where the cars drive too fast over the hills

And they throw their hands in the air

instead of on the wheel

I’ll meet you where the ducks cross

Next to the road where you died

We’ll watch the careless cars go by

And curse at them

And watch them crash

Over and over again

And I’ll tell you about how much

I hate ducks

 

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