spent the holiday weekend writing more poems at Blue Moon in Las Vegas. my bud Gary got me away from the pool a couple of times. first was a visit to the Neon Museum.
the organizers of this fabulous place call it a "boneyard park." it's the final resting place of some of those memorable neon creations that spelld Las Vegas in the years before LED.
for a specific reason Gary was the only friend I told abt my visit. I've been going thru some major stress in the past month. trying to do nothing was restful. of course poems come wherever I am. & that's always a joy. & a reason to keep on going.
the organizers of this fabulous place call it a "boneyard park." it's the final resting place of some of those memorable neon creations that spelld Las Vegas in the years before LED.
for a specific reason Gary was the only friend I told abt my visit. I've been going thru some major stress in the past month. trying to do nothing was restful. of course poems come wherever I am. & that's always a joy. & a reason to keep on going.
1 comment:
as always i so enjoyed your visit, bones and all.
gary
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