Restoring a duck decoy
Nov12

Restoring a duck decoy

Restoring a duck decoy By Grayce Scholt I touch acrylic paint to neck, to wing following my father’s curve of knife, of brush; I daub an even falser life on this that sixty years before bobbed Judas-like on a Lake Erie bay and living wings would swoop to join the silent flock– Bang! My father’s gun would spit, and dying wings would drop into that split between two worlds. When he came home, his jacket bulging with his prize,...

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