Life’s Last Dance

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Life’s Last Dance

I could not pass this bungalow, I had to be inside

It’s invitation my command as if she waits for me.

Turned my step up to her porch, skipping over concrete cracks

Split the grass neat trim with flowers shining long time laughs.

I stopped before the step to check my resolve

Were they sturdy for my weight, they told a story worn but sure.

With paint and polished promise they lift me safe up to their porch

Stepping softly climbing near the edge seemed safer for my weight.

With care they did their part to take me to their house

Inside at last I found what attracted me here this day.

An inner glow I sensed outside, inside was light in warm embrace

Magnifying sun and desert city lights through magic picture windows.

Quiet now, concealing holidays and parties and love upon the couch

Threshold takes my measure, why am I alone, this home was meant for more?

Stand at the bar, an empty corner now, hear the beer tabs snap

Dance across the floor on one leg to the beat, it’s late, we partied then.

Morning comes and we revive through hazy grog, smell the bacon fry

Wash our beard, rub our eyes the red stays tough, flush and drink some more.

Brought it baked last night, recall the tunes then turn them on again

I looked into the cribs and watched, they woke and smiled at life.

I blinked and pinched myself, felt I was not of this world

This home loved us all my family, friends and me on that desert hill.

This work in progress every day since when I laughed and cried tomorrow’s dreams

Until that day distant, soon enough when the gate will close on our bungalow.

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