Saturday, February 04, 2012

Where the ducks go in wintertime

I was seeing this guy
And he showed me around town,
His town, he even knew
Where the ducks go in wintertime.

I was new in town
And curious to know
Every hidden corner.

He was handsome and tall
And I asked him to jump
Into the icy pond.
I would if he did, I said,
And tossed his vigorous shoulder,
Just a little, it was a joke
But I was serious about it.

He laughed and watched the swans
Passing by. Taking each other’s hands,
Still kind of shy, we continued walking
Down the road, believing
It would be forever
For the next couple of months.

We were so young
And didn’t know better.
How should we have known.

Maybe we should have jumped.