I ran after them,
The other children who looked like me.
We ran under the night sky lit with stars,
Under a canopy that stretched on forever.
I felt the breeze in the open air
With the giant movie screen.
I saw figures grouped on tufts of grass in the dirt field.
Their heads inclined upwards at the moving pictures.
I did not know then
Watching Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid,
Where I would go next.
I followed the other children,
Leaping through the night air
As we passed the barracks and the commissary to our homes.