A Poem of Memories Alive During the Pandemic.

For a special treat during social distancing and the pandemic, here is a poem by Diane Neff. For those who can relate and remember some of the scenes in the poem, it will be a boost. Others can read it too. And for lots of reasons, it should be a boost to them too.

Here now, enjoy.

Disco Fever
by
Diane Neff
©2020 Diane Neff.
When the dancing paused, last call was heard.
Intoxicated? No just buzzing bright
atop the disco floor, what happy sight!
My vision seems unfocused, doubled, blurred,
and yet it feels so right, the beat unslurred.
I blame it on the neon flashing lights.
Who thought to place them in the floor tonight?
Who turned the music up? Can’t hear a word.
The heat’s still rising, no one walks away.
We push ourselves. With artificial knees,
gray hair, bad hips, we’re old, we’re boomers, man.
It’s not the seventies, no more, you say?
But dancing has no “best by” date for me.
Just play the songs, I’ll dance the best I can.

Published here with permission of the poet.