Gymnasium
to a kid
it was magic
sunlight streaming
through loft-like windows
pooling like sheers
on hardwood
the stage was set
the projector rolling
from the top bleacher
what dreams would spin
and then the bell would ring
through the Himalayas
and the kid would rope down
and open the metal gate that was the door
and watch a wedge of light turn to sliver
and then to dust
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