Bob Dylan in the Trees
I went outside predawn to see
the promised strawberry moon
but aimless haze hid it from me.
Then I heard the birds, their songs
lacing the dark with unqualified zest
in secret codes that every bird knows
because inside and outside is the same.
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This is one of the best titles I’ve read! Good poem.
Great title.
City haze hid the promised strawberry moon from me, too but I heard the birds. Love those last two lines.
Love the title—Dylan’s tapped into some secret codes, like those birds.
Maybe they’re saying, “It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there…”
Fantastic poem. I love the images and the sounds you bring to life for us!
Love this, Mike! “aimless haze” – nice! A plus plus for including Dylan and the secret code of bird music.
Yes! Wonderful poem. I’ve also been working on a poem about Bob Dylan but yours has presented me with a warning: don’t fuck it up.
Love this, sir! 💙
title made me laugh. love “lacing the dark”
I love “lacing the dark with unqualified zest/in secret codes”
Thank you all for your kind comments!