all the ducks in a row

all the ducks in a row

A Poem by delapruch
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the first move made was the worst move

played---making like the sky had parted &

somebody was watching over, somebody

was lighting a candle for the struggle, as if

it was over by a long shot---for getting things

back in order was the name of the game &

keeping a steady job impressed her &

getting a decent apartment impressed her &

staying out of trouble for the time being,

it all impressed her & oh the things that a

horny man will do, imagine if that horny man

falls in love---so as it happened the time

went by & she too began to fall for him, as

she began to believe that he had changed &

that all the time that had passed, really had

passed, as now it seemed that he had begun

to walk the proverbial straight & narrow---

yes, the two of them started to have a

scheduled time to sit & eat dinner & they

had “appropriate holiday get-togethers” in

which they met each other’s family & ne’er

was a mention of the years before, in fact

the past seemed as if it had all been a bad

dream & so the two of them began to make

plans together, now that they both had picked

each other up individually---now pooling their

ideas, they saw a big ceremony in the future,

they saw a honeymoon to trump all honeymoons

& for a split second, the two of them swore

that real happiness wasn’t that far off---

all their ducks, it seemed, were finally in a

row---

 

but then the old habits that take so very long to die,

roll back inward & things once unsavory begin to

look tantalizing again---ah yes, what could

be done with such a vast amount of moola & all

it would take to get it is a little teensy weensy

bending of the law (in fact it’d be so very teensy

weensy that you know, nobody would even

notice) & the street would always be there

welcoming one of its own back with open arms,

so deep in his heart, he knew that if in fact she

did have a problem with what was going to go down,

there would be another that could take her place---

 

she didn’t see things as crystal clear as he & when

she found out about the coming adventure, she

bolted like any good upstanding citizen would do

when they see or hear about a possible crime ensuing,

yes, she was a good little girl & took her separate ways

prior to the s**t going down---

 

the ducks were no longer making their way as a family

one by one through the park anymore---

the line had been broken.

 

© 2012 delapruch


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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..