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
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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