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Old People Music Old people music. Mothers and reluctant sons. Wrinkled couples reminiscing. Daughters dance precariously Atop fathers' toes. O Utah, Mountain Time is frozen time. They take turns coming over, Undulating in and out of concern And ignoring me. How strange-how strange. The sweaty palms on the nape of my neck Meant to comfort, But leave only the traces of fingerprints. "Sing us a song. Shed us a tear." It's resolved- As pairs feel for where Their feet used to go. It's all resolved. Then we dance.
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