Not Bad at All

"Duckies," Aunt N used to call us.

Now I wade through the water in a singular form,
drawing simple lines behind as I go

I've got a friend
who sends me beautiful pictures,

I've got another friend
with whom I went up to the roof yesterday evening
and sat in silence under the inky sky,

I've found a great poet from Yugoslavia,
and I've got the radio talking to me softly (when I want it)

It's not bad at all!