ducklings hide
beneath a wooden bridge
perfume of decay
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I don't have any problems saying this in one breath, but that might just be all of the yoga I do.... or used to anyway 
Please let me know if you think it's too much.
Thoughts?
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The last line is ominous, and gives one to think about the origin of the smell. The unremitting heat of late summer corrupts; it is hard to keep fruit (or anything) fresh.
I like the image of ducklings sheltering under the bridge.
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