1977

I’ll wager that today
The doors will open early.
I’ll be able to drown myself
In Saturday morning celluloid,
Or solitude.
But something is wrong
And the queue does not
Reduce at all.
Eventually people leave.
Until that point
We were just late.
Now they have gone
And they have taken
The imaginings of
Champion the Wonder Horse.
Now I’ll have to find my own
And I am not sure
Of what I seek.

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