Tuesday, March 25, 2014

“The Last Waltz”

At the far right end of the dial,
the ignored AM radio station
whispers out
Englebert Humperdinck’s
“The Last Waltz,”
and I am
immediately
transported
to my childhood:

sitting
in the front seat of
Grandma Irene’s Impala,
feeling happy
and safe,
and blissfully ignorant
of adult responsibility.

3 comments:

  1. those were the days eh?
    when we did not know what to care about beyond the moment...
    a safe place...an adventure...

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  2. I wouldn't mind feeling this type of blissful for a little while...all I need do is find my time-machine-song....

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  3. Sometimes I think that AM radio is magic, especially after reading this poem.

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