A Poem for Phil

There are tents in the valley
Stretched up hooverville hootenannys
Vibrating for decades under his
Contrapuntal convalescence.
Those low frequencies
Sprawled motes
Of notes and seatone.
Secured speaker wired towers
Bellowing begonias
Snapping the last chain
unbroken
The nimble colossus
Approaches the final rest
Appreciates the final test
Apparitions applaud for Phil Lesh.

Ryan Cameron

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