On the way to the OPERA, I take a SWIPE at my phone. I shift tunes from Verdi to a disco beat, to drown out the PIPED cacophony of sounds in the building lobby. The swell of an orchestra gives way to Donna Summer’s voice, a much better fit for the energy of New York on a Saturday night. My head hums with the sound, my steps pick up to “so let’s dance the last dance…” I look down at my shimmering dress… clutch my evening wrap a little closer. Hmm. Could I possibly IMPEL my date to ditch those terribly expensive tickets to the Met and Rigoletto for a night on the town and Studio 54? Oh yes, I think, we must!! With a shimmy of delight that makes my gown glitter like a disco ball, I push “1” on speed dial. “Darling… I have an idea…”

Georg’ann

Searching through QUOTE after quote,
seeking FRESH perspectives
in someone else’s articulation
Cold air seeps across the back door threshold,
water drips from the LEAKY bathroom faucet
IMPEL me to notice
this morning’s theme
New life in an old house

Heather