all the ducks in a rowA Poem by delapruchna.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.
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