Showtime

A poem about an open-air cinema

Photo by Tobias Keller on Unsplash

Cowboys always roam the open range, even on a screen far above

our heads; they pull their horse’s reins, horse teeth gleam in the spear of light

from the projector, and horse and rider whirl in the dust that floats

serenely across the theater and drops like cowboy dandruff into our hair.