crunched white ice
under worn bowling shoes
frayed laces and empty
circles
stone dead hands
inside borrowed
fleece and cotton
holding rolled coin
knit cap on top
gray and black
over long thick
hair
he walks alone
to the near empty
theatre
and asks for just one
paying
in rolled quarters
and looking past
the popcorn
he forgets why
it took him here
the cold weather
and the coins
in another place
the dark helps him
calm his world
for just 2 hours
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