Once grand
Attentive and assiduous,
Zero the lobby boy serves
ever dwindling numbers
at the once grand
Grand Budapest Hotel—
and the matinee screen flickers
with the pastel palette
of a bygone confection:
pinks, purples,
robin’s egg blues—
while I, dazzled, sit alone,
center row, center seat,
in the once proud movie palace,
as if for a private dance
with pure light—
lonely revivalist, I sit,
cinephile redux,
stubborn stalwart
to this once artful
civic impulse
that serves up high
technicolor tea still:
empires within empires:
rapidly emptying shells
that refuse
to fade to black
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Beautiful. It made me think of the latest Sam Mendes film, Empire of Light. Have you seen it?
There is that, but this really feels like a moving picture. Very very good writing and cinematography. The compelling story of a lonely woman.