I wanted to hoot, holler
and toss popcorn everywhere.
I wanted the English kids to win,
that’s how I wanted the movie to end.
But I should have known better,
the kids’ reign of power ended much too soon.
An excerpt from my LetterPile poem, Matinee at the Castor.
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