December 6, 2010

good eye

© Steve Billups

and when I start to think the ducks make a line
one jumps out and starts to swim

and when the last bough breaks sending me flying
the wonder of where to land sinks in

and when he calls my name louder than that childhood whistle,
the one that always brought me home
i realize it no longer exists

and when the rhyme of the lyrics surpasses the tune
it's time to buy a new record
this one just doesn't play anymore

i miss the sounds of that broken jukebox
and how it always had a new song for me

1 comment:

  1. That's so great, Candace
    Really, really, really, really, really, great stuff

    "the wonder of where to land" .....nice....

    Come on, Come on, Come on