I Was a Good Duck At One Time
I was a good duck at one time
here i was
at one time
a duck in the wind
up in the open blue
searching for blue
this was back in October
freely i was flapping my wings
to my own music
when my eyes
came upon a pond
a nice beautiful blue pond of other ducks
surrounded by a tall forest of trees
yes, yes
i was in heaven
here i was so happy
i was going to find my soul mate
stretch my wings, nest
have ducklings
have a quack in my voice
for once ...
i then swim up
to the most beautiful duck in the pond
she's dead to the world to me
i like that, i like that
no risks no rewards
i swim up closer
she keeps floating away
I catch up, I catch up
I gave her a nudge
it felt good
but not real
and then my inner alarm bells went off
my heart drops
at the decoy, the ruse
the wooden ducks in the blue pond
i'm dead
i'm duck soup
i can imagine hearing a shotgun blast
i can live with that,
that's life
i then imagine a women's voice
a familiar voice, i thought
no, please
i can't live with this
its her ... the one from the past
welcome to poetry soup instead ... she says
... yes, please
my heart ache,
my heart aches, now
connie pachecho
2/16/17
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