golden pond

The Golden Pond

On the pond of good memories
a duckling swam, undulated like
an unwanted thought of demise,
on a spring wedding in Brussels.

Flat stones skipped on the pond,
in the night it surfaced, quacked,
refused to be spit out like a half
chewed toothpick and forgotten.

Expelled the duck, sent it aboard
a ship that sails for the Saragossa
Sea, to a shadowy, barren island
where the monster Amnesia lives

But I warn you keep away from
there if the ogre gets hold of you
it will not only eat the unwanted,
But all you ever knew and loved.