At the Fork of Two Rivers

On the river walk

A convergence of waterfowl;

Mallards mated sit in shallow water

Looking like forlorn lovers.

Too late for brooding

She wonders if their clans were

Carried off in a storm

By the rivers' strong currents.

Or could it be that they too were 

Forgotten, cast aside, deemed unworthy

By some higher being,

Of babies bestowed.