Wednesday, January 21, 2015

dancing in the kitchen

One song after another wafted in, unnoticed, sandwiched in-between volume-cranked, dire notices of get rich quick spots. And then there was that one song, guitar chords, no words needed. He looked at her, but she already dropped the scrub brush and searched his eyes.
"Remember?", she mouthed silently. He nodded, smiling. They embraced right there in the kitchen, moving now, dancing.
"We danced to this for the first the time a mere ten minutes after you claimed to hate me with all your heart", he said, a bit too loud, lips moving like a ventriloquists at her ear, forehead to his shoulder, arm full of her wiggling waist.
"Shhh", she laughed. "Just shhhh, you". They were turning then in time, slower, one and two and three and four, and it reminded her of the cabin of their very own, puddles for a front yard, nestled beyond yellow and lime cottonwoods, the spring water brought up from the well he hauled in with two hands. That little battery radio. Alone and barefoot, close together, anything can happen.

photo by Eliott Erwitt
Mary and Robert Frank, Valencia, 1952


Blogger ds said...

Very nice sketch. I like her "wiggling waist". It is true: alone and barefoot (and young) anything can happen. Thank you for this.

1/22/2015 10:59 AM  
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1/22/2015 5:43 PM  
Blogger Berowne said...

Beautifully appropriate response to the prompt.

1/23/2015 11:02 AM  
Blogger Enigma said...

So beautiful, almost dream-like. I loved this. :)

1/24/2015 4:04 AM  
Blogger phil said...

Thanks, Friends :)

1/24/2015 7:42 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

Ahhh ..I enjoyed the poetic mood and music of this piece ..well done.

1/25/2015 11:59 AM  
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