686 The Duck has Struck 6-14-17 {place a word in key word search box, press }

When I was in college,
my room mate called me
“The Duck”
for whenever we walked
from the cafe to the dorm
after choking on breakfast,
I would feel the warning rumble in my gut,
the prelude to a poop.
Our walk became a jog
to the “swamp”, to let it rip.

47 years later, it still happens!
Nancy and I will be finishing our
late morning breakfast,(retired, now, you see)
perusing FB or a new New Yorker cartoon
and I will experience the beginnings of another,
well, you get the picture.

But, now, there is no
long walk back to the dorm.
So, there is this pause between
the announcement and the release.

What to do with that gift of time?

Wash my cereal bowl,
Cheerios,
and Nancys plate with remains
of cream cheese, sesame seeds and a few
pink pieces of salmon.
Brush my teeth.
Laugh at another cartoon…
(or not).
Then the buzzer goes off.
A Bee-line to the potty.
At my age, regularity is good.

I’m in luck!
At 68,
I’m still a duck.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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