The Familiar Unfamiliar

How serendipitous it was to

hear the sweet innocence of

music and songs they danced to

when they were themselves

sweetly innocent.  Youth and

vivacity melted with time's

inexorable journey into the 

future, they are now aged, grey

but yet responding to the allure

of memory as they rise to clasp

in an embrace as prelude to a

pairing in the measured, quietly

voluptuous movement of dance

while their little dog nips 

indignantly at their swaying

heels, anxious for the

comfortable assurance of

dull normalcy's return.