Tuesday, June 23, 2020

John Grey writes


As I recall,
we didn’t step
out of a limo,
stroll down
a red carpet,
faces speckled
with glitzy lights.
Nor was I in tux
and you in a
sparkling red gown
with a plunging neckline
and slit up to the thigh.
We didn’t smile for
the crowds,
pose for the photographers,
small talk with celebrities,
attend a gala party after.
In fact,
it was a suburban multiplex,
and we parked beside
a snowbank,
stumbled across the
icy lot,
wore jeans and jackets
and high boots,
bought tickets
and went inside.
But, the thing is,
we all saw the same movie.

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