Dancing Under the Stars On An August Saturday Night
There was a party tonight
here in the park where I live;
a three piece band played
mostly oldies from the fifties.
Some couples danced
and that was fun to watch.
I even got up and joined the chorus line
of single women, movin' their moves
and struttin' their stuff,
after a glass and a half of
my favorite vintage Cabernet,
and after reliving a very brief moment
from at least one past life
as a belly dancer, for the old guys
who were egging me on...
One couple, maybe in their 80's,
danced like two people
who have danced together all their lives.
One could imagine that their dance
portrayed their life together,
honoring each other's individual movement while
combining them to create a third rhythm
and a dance all its own.
Neither of them alone
would have been nearly as captivating
as the two of them
were together.
Have you ever noticed that?
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