It's Saturday night, have you forgotten?
Mind distracted elsewhere, the music finally
penetrates and nostalgia settles in, the fog
lifts and he swoops me into a glide across
the kitchen floor smoothly guiding me around
the baking island, his comforting arms wrapped
snugly warming me, courting me, loving me.
Two little dogs patiently waiting to be fed perk
their faces ears raised quizzically yet recalling
an oft-repeated ritual humans persist in --
their humans in any event. Amazing how
persistent memory is in storing and recalling
words crooned by Peggy Lee, Frank Sinatra
The Every Brothers, Ray Charles, words
dredged up perfectly synchronized on his
lips with the station playing those golden
oldies for the Golden Oldies resident here.
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