At the matinee at one
in the afternoon on a bright,
open day means a number

of things. The need to wrap-
up in a blanket, a haven from
the world we struggle in.

The breeze spins lightly
through the vast parking lot.
The sun requires sunglasses

to find your way to the glass doors,
artificial light, buttery popcorn aroma,
red carpets, bored employees,

canned music reverie, solace.
We all sit far apart and watch
distant, chill London gloom

sooth us with detachment.