Cookie Cutter Ducks

Memories pop up
Like black ducks in a shooting gallery
Sillhouettes of the past
Darkening the horizon
Cookie cutter patterns of suffering
Going by in circles
Each with dents, bullet holes
And scratched surfaces
Each containing their own unique pain

I try to shoot them down
But they pop back up again
Boyant in the still waters of my life
These cookie cutter ducks remain