romantically dance around the kitchen,
our favorite
song
on the radio,
by the Zombies
is playing.
we swirl
and swing around.
she does a little
dipsy doo
type move.
it's fall out, and the windows
are open.
leaves are
floating to the ground.
we kiss,
we dance some more.
life is good
again.
until her dress catches fire
when she bumps
up against
the stove.
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