March 21, 2018, 7:19 PM
A young man, crouched like Mathew Brady behind his curtain, at the corner of the patio area outside of the bar, carefully framing an
instagram photo of crimson and white Edison bulbs against the shadowed underside of a palm tree at the darkening earth-margin of the evening sky. Poetry in the damnedest places.
C.B. Crenshaw 