The words she does not speak
creep up out of the corners of her eyes
and slide to the floor with silent dusty trails
to crawl away unseen
and unheard
---
Said the duck above the doorway,
why not, why not?
What's the point in living
if you don't love what you've got?

To the duck said I
why, why?
What's the point in loving
when you've given all you've got?

To this the duck had no reply
save a smile and a wink.
At this I simply shook my head
And had another drink.

Cheers!