Ode to the Movie Theater

The ghosts of the silver screen
sit in the front row
and in a sea of chairs,
we find our place among the velvet red waves.
A throne to a magical ride
in the middle of the week,
and with a simple ticket stub,
we can be anywhere.
The ghosts of the silver screen
weave themselves
between each of us, and the film
of their outline
plays into a feature film.
We gobble up the plots, the characters
the lines like loose kernels of popcorn.
Each piece tastier than the one before,
and we consume the movie.
We let the ghosts of the silver screen
fall into our bodies
and haunt our memories.
We carry them with us
when exit the theater,
pulling the magic with us.