Kate Northrop

Come, let’s go in. The ticket-taker has shyly grinned and it’s almost time, Lovely One. Let’s go in. The wind tonight’s too wild. The sky too deep, too thin. Already it’s time. The lights have dimmed. Come, Loveliest. Let’s go in and know these bodies we do not have to own, passing quietly as dreams, as snow. Already leaves are falling and music begins. Lovely One, it’s time. Let’s go in.