It happened in a darkened room where many strangers sat nearby.
The ceiling was a field of stars, an image of the Fall night sky.
along the walls, in bas-relief, minarets of a Moroccan town.
I crunched my Popcorn and slurped my Coke, impatient for it to begin.
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I also remember when going to the movies was like visiting a wonderland. I enjoyed reading the wonder in childhood in this poem.