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Remember, you may also complete the weekly Slice of Life in your Writer's Notebook.
A dirty dishwater sky
and steadily increasing rain drops.
I wipe my glasses on the inside of my shirt
and walk even faster
with a tinge of unknown excitement
putting a grin across my face.
from different directions
to meet in the dimly lit,
"old roller rink"-smelling,
belly of a building at the fairgrounds
for a rare Wednesday night opportunity
to do something special
with my brother and my husband –
two kindred spirits,
my friends who have known me forever.
and friends in the crowd.
I initiate small talk
with would-be strangers
and he tells jokes;
united with those on the floor
by the out-of-the-ordinary scene
and the joie de vivre energy;
all the while,
The National packs up
and the headliners casually get set,
amid bursts of the ice rink’s shuttered must
and people’s spearmint-flavored breath.
Feeling happy to know
the words of the songs.
My voice –
shouting, singing
unabashedly the chorus –
becomes one of the whole.
Swaying and jumping,
and, unobtrusively, brushing
against finger tips to the left,
jean pockets in front,
and stepping on a toe behind me.
of heads and shoulders
sways,
nods,
bops,
bounces,
dances
in different directions
all around me.
We leave with a few blurry pictures,
ringing ears,
newness together,
four hours being
alive
and very well.
*Thank you for the idea to revise my prose into poetry :-).*