morning poem, september 26, 2015
Posted on September 26, 2015 by labeak52
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WE SHOULD GO DANCING
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I put on Sam Cooke and my feet move
I don’t even have to think about it.
(She was only sixteen. . . )
There is time this morning
I’m alone in the house
I have no deadlines
Or, for the moment,
I’ve chosen to ignore them.
I think “What is the best thing we could do?”
Right now. Tonight.
I empty out all other rhythms, schedules and demands
And listen to that honeygold voice
(Darling, you send me . . . )
And I let myself fall in
And go all the way back
(At first I thought it was infatuation. . . )
We should go dancing, you and I
What could possibly be better?
I can’t dance,
But you can
And we know each other so well now
Who cares?
Surely there is some place around here
With an old juke-box and a linoleum floor.
We’d never regret it
And might always remember.
If they made a movie of our lives
This is the scene we’d want to end it with.
(We’d say to ourselves, “What a wonderful world. . .)
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