For Gram Parsons by Melanie Browne

Tonight I decorate
my bar with paper lanterns,
and listen to The Burrito Brothers’
Dark end of the street

I finish off a Bud Light
and staple the
last glowing orb in place

I stare up at
The lanterns,
their colors like
a dirty cantina

paper devils,
ominous and dangerous,
throw our silhouettes
around the room,

each one becomes
UFO-like,
Spinning off
Into the wilderness,

until it’s
only the night,
the imaginary stars,
and more
luke-warm beer

1 comment:

Old 333 said...

Very fine, refined memories i guess - and thanks.

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