I went out dancing Saturday night - at the bowling alley. We know how to party in Palmer Lake. My favorite dance band, "Reckless," and their groupies, my friends and dance partners. Danced my tush off. Danced the "stuck" out of my hip. Went home and took a hot bath with epsom salts.
We used to dance until 2a, shut the bars down and then go out for breakfast: eggs and bacon and country fried potatoes, toast and coffee at Grimm's Cafe. Home before dawn.
Now we dance until 10 and go home and soak our old bones. Just as happy.
"Desire, desire desire.
The longing for the dance
Stirs in the buried life."
From "Touch Me," Stanley Kunitz ("Passing Through")
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