it’s only dylan at repose in a photo
in this his posed repose
an idea that thoughts came
like grass shivery on a sunny wind
rounded words folded like his moleskin coat
buttoned down like his cardigan
over a shirt and tie in elegance lie
pubward his good looks depart again
his firm smooth hands tankard-wards
went gentle on this morning’s low view
you knew didn’t you dylan bach
you could see even then the road ahead
spun off the mountains roared of words
into the chasm of their undeserving
mmm the grass looks warm
the daises opening up again
oh to be the glasses in your pocket
to see though your eyes just once before
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