Sundays at the Paramount
by Dixon Hearne
where rich and poor felt
they’d gotten their money’s worth
just to be there.
A grand theatre
with floating loges
and thirty-foot red velvet curtains
that opened and closed the picture show.
An escape, a sanguine reminder
that such grandeur did exist—
at least for a while,
if only in flickers and flutters
and trysts of imagination.
Dixon Hearne lives and writes in the American South. He is the author of seven books of poetry and fiction. His work has been twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize, as well as the PEN/Hemingway and PEN/Faulkner awards. His latest book is Plainspeak: New and Selected Poems. Other poetry appears in Poetry South, Tulane Review, Arkansas Review, Chiron Review, Big Muddy, New Plains Review, Weber: The Contemporary West, The Southern Poetry Anthology, IV: Louisiana, Down to the Dark River anthology (LA-Lit Press) and elsewhere. He is currently working on new poetry and short story collections.