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written by: James Gabriel

@James_Gabriel1

sneakers tread on
soft padded carpet
the smell of glass
cleaner fills the air

theatre twelve
at the end of the
                             hall
concession crowds

down to an anemic
                       roar
posters for movies
released two weeks earlier

line the walls
walk into the theatre
lights
           dim

floors dirty and 
                       overlooked
you sit in the back
             on the left hand side

nine rows ahead of you
           the back of a head
hair gray and thinning
bobs up

 and down
         the chair squeaks
 the head stops bobbing and
 turns to looks at you

 steel gray eyes
           white whiskers
     the theater darkens
                                           showtime

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James Gabriel

Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. James Gabriel is new to poetry. Inspired by the small moments in life that add up to who we are as people.

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