KUROSAWA

Every day
 for years
 you capture me
 in your films
   no way did I miss out
on double features
hiding on back seats
sneaking in easily and early
with my stringed instrument
after school
in the old art theater
on Symphony road
to watch your genius
after school
like a silent adolescent
eating into a mind's myth
of adventure after venture
reading a great velocity
of history in language clips
trying to catch the spirit
in your powerful grip
as an early light of the matinee
projects a new transparency.