can you see the ducks?

beth and i walk to the parking lot together
and see two ducks, a male and a female, wading
in the big stagnant puddle between the two walk ways.

she's an odd sort of person, beth, but looks good in a dress
and she asks the intelligent looking man in the green shirt
if he can see the ducks as he walks by, but he just walks by.

the next person pretends not to hear her over his music
but he looks at the puddle out of curiosity after he passes
so i know he heard her over the music, and then wonder

was he even listening to music?

and then wonder, do ducks respond to music? like plants maybe?
beth bends over laughing, cheeks blushing pink,
i don't want to go home yet, because beth is so much fun.

the ducks don't like us, they waddle to the other side
of the big puddle near the parking lot where our cars are parked.

they pretend not to notice beth when she asks them
if they know about the pond across the street and offers
to drive them over there in her car so they don't have to walk.

the puddle is gross and i agree with her,
i think they would like it in the pond better,
but how do i tell the ducks that?

i don't even know what kind of music they like.