For Townes
Townes Van Zandt -
a name to me then
and now
a last-minute travel plan.
I’m listening to you,
packing the world inside
on a city evening.
What’s left
is long ago,
stargazing but only the feeling,
the release of a small
constellation of words
on a campus bench
in a green notebook.
A finished poem
that with the right song
I’m still finishing