Original watercolor by Eric Ward, © 2019. All rights reserved.
(Meditations On Dylan’s Rolling Thunder Revue)
I.
(who)
Is poet
(combs)
Through blind thickets
Of thought
(re)
Leasing God
From these
Old mirrors
(mind)
& eyes
& tongue
II.
(and)
The swords
Of rain drip
(in)
To thirsty
Mirrored pools
(whispers)
Like the breath
Of dying men
In chains
(until)
Our poem ends
In the sound
(pleasure)
Tasting pain
(realms)
Beyond dreams