On Listening to Like a Rolling Stone (Again)

Thunderous fairy tale

With a simple moral:

Beware the perils of prosperity

And the falsity of compassion

You don't know how it feels

Unless you've been there

And you can't visit

To have only yourself is freedom

And terror

Revelation

It's not so much that there must be more than this
            As it is that what there is, is enough
                       You might have to die a lot of times to know

Shining Path

When did the Andes not mock the age?

Once, and again

Time does outlast the mountains

And man does outlast time

When the sun winks out at last

There will still be time, enough

Man's Angels

That old sun will rise
In a child's bright eyes
Time always flies

Thanksgiving

The boots the men work in rest on the porch
The light on the ambulance sheds sparks like a torch
I watch from a step because no one waits for me
Timothy Clugan's been in bed twenty-two years,
                    And then he fell
But it's his wife they carry away
John Dolan's been dead now twenty-two years.
                     I lived to tell
Without determining to stay
In twice as many almost I understood last
                                                   Why people pray
The wind knocked wrens from the branches
                                                   This morning yesterday