RKO Proctors

What Saves It


to remember
the musty air
more than the
red velvet and
the lodges and
how this changed
at the snack stand

remember these scents
more than my
tired eyes now more
than the sameness
of dark turning it to
just shadows softness
of velvet stained
and sticky floors

to remember it fondly
to make in me this way
of remembering

this saves it
night's anxious squalor
dark's routine rehearsal
suddenly filmless
all must gone


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12 06 06