At the Matinée

10 March 2026

https://poems.culturing.net/2026/03/10/at-the-matinee/

I saw you peek out, just before
the most potent scene. Were you looking for me?
Or in my direction? Of course I was there,
and of course I could see you, but more than seeing,
I could feel a burn which it's hard to believe was just me.
You conceal it well, though I think I can tell.
You were wise to wear blue. That's a hearty clue
that my symbols mean something to you.