Jackson Hole

In an excursionist town
could have been any town
but let’s say it was Jackson Hole
I vocalised a hope
the night would never end
‘It’s not over until the fat lady sings’ I said
but she did sing
a lady sang
an opera I didn’t know
but I knew her song was the finale of my youth
a faceless, bodiless voice
predicted my evolution
from colourless alien lights
an angel sang
I laughed at my magic
I miss that night

-L.J. Lenehan-



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