Paris, Texas - 1953
high in the bleachers, we sit beside
our guest lady of honor until
dusk arrives to end apprehension.
far below, inverted from deserted sky,
stars begin to flow a stream onto
the field aglow with stadium lights.
THIS PROPERTY CONDEMNED - KEEP OUT
upon my goodbye some ten years hence,
dismay at its ruin has crept into
every creak of the rotting boards.
i peer upward at weathered eaves
to behold the bold and gigantic
horn loudspeakers reigning in eerie
silence over their domain's decay.
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