soon enough

the kid's harmonica
wails
ever since Grandma
turned him on to
Dylan,
who he thinks
he can be,
Lord willin';
I reflect on
the impossibility
of him
manning the watchtower,
while these times
keep changin',
and I figure,
what the hell,
let the kid dream,
he will know,
soon enough;
maybe he can be
Popper instead.



November 5, 2009.

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