It’s safe within the loving dark.
A stack of quarters, and some skill
Will keep her here for four more hours;
Here — where no one comes much anymore.
She’s most herself when she’s absorbed
Within a task she loves:
is one such thing.
There is no judgment here,
there’s just a score.
So rain can fall outside, or cold
Can blast through people, politics —
There is a light that only burns:
But she’ll stay safe here
in the loving dark.
(Picture colored by me, using the ColorTherapy app. – Owen)