Old Dance Record

This is the way it should be for everyone who passes
swing us back, some yearning mote of feather dust floats
in slow arc downward, pendulum unreels sounds of ages
memories of melody mount from their secret spaces
old friends’ faces glowing from the mist emerge, offer
true natures, kind and golden day’s strong embrace return
fine muscled arms wrap up in sun drenched hours light
the old victrola, ruby facet round, its needle drops
pops to the beginning, plays circles, spirals slow
how we dance again, swing low, dance us all off, we sway
into the enveloping fog of yesterday, back so gentle
we return to sit so still, how time holds me off
sleep well now, as our friends and we slip into the long ago
where time slide steps, one us off, and two we disappear

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Aloha #WriterSunday. Today’s #WritingPrompt is

dance

Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece somewhere I can read it. I would love to see what you come up with : )

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