photo by Matt Beaty

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This reminds me a little of the great piano burn that used to happen every winter in the desert outside of Tucson…

My friend Krissy Brown, an engineer who works for the Forest Service posted this.

Some of her coworkers found it yesterday on the Big C.

Somebody placed this piano up on Forest Service Road 151 close to the junction with FS418.

I like that they chose a nice flat spot for it.

I hope somebody brought it out there for a wedding or a memorial service or a place for the piano mice to hole up for a little while this winter if they get tired of just hanging out in their burrows under the high dry grass and snow.

There might be a body out there, an outlaw body buried without permit under a cairn of rocks like more than a few I can think of, it would be a good place to rest.

A good place to play.

I can’t think of a better one than the park in the aspens on the shadow of the peaks.

And maybe after the burial somebody hauled this out, bouncing in the back of an old woodcutter’s pipe truck, for one last party, one last song.

One last whiskey weed blowout before the snow flies.

I might put it in drive and wander out there myself today under the high country winter sun.

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Jesse Sensibar is a veteran of the war on drugs. He was raised on the south side of Chicago in the 1970s and 80s and hit the mean streets of that city as soon as he was old enough to run. For the last quarter of a century, he has made his home in the high-country desert southwest in the border town of Flagstaff, Arizona where he works as a writer, truck driver, English teacher, wild-land firefighter, and pool hall bouncer.