This is actually one of the few poems in Fauxccasional Poems that did not start as a fauxccasional poem. At the time I wrote it, my wife was living in Iowa City for a post-doc. On my way to visit her after months apart, this little boy on the flight exclaimed, "It's magic," sparking this poem for the love of my life. I wanted to include it in the book, but, since I had already included a love poem dedicated to my wife, I needed to give this one a "faux" frame. I went with the Buddy Holly angle because I really just liked the idea of him surviving.