Vita Exolvuntur
- greenspringreviews
- May 1, 2025
- 1 min read
Updated: May 8, 2025
by Tina Spurgeon
(This page is for the poem with this title. To view the short film of the same name, of which Tina was one of several filmmakers, see here.)
I was made in a factory
bright yellow and bold
to bring joy to a girl
in the bath, stories told
I floated on waters
in bubbles and glee
shared secrets and laughter
just her and me.
but then came her mother
with a frown on her face
“I've found too many toys, dear, it’s time to make space.”
I was tossed from her hands
my adventures now done,
into the dark trash bin, no more laughter, no fun.
I was tossed in the landfill, beneath piles so high.
but then fate took a turn, as the winds blew and swirled,
to a pond I was carried,
to a soft, rippling world.
though i’m just a duck made of plastic and hue
in hearts I still float, forever brand new.





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