LISTENING TO ARETHA FRANKLIN
I hear the drums and saxophone
The piano and guitar
Baby, baby, sweet baby . . .
And I am lifted out of my chair
Lifted up, I’ll tell you.
Higher and higher
It shakes me to the core
Reminds me that I still have a core.
Was life ever really that good?
Did we know the first time we heard these songs
(Riding in your dad’s convertible. The one he bought for you.)
Did we know then, there was nothing else like this
And never would be.