Rosemary Purse

THE DYLAN PARADE
[Do Not Go Gentle…]

the Dylan parade
moves irrevocably on
the bawdy self-proclaimed
fighting to keep a toehold

hair thinned, teeth
and body ravaged, aggrieved
at death’s stink
flaring nostrils desperately

sniffing the waning wind
for some sweet reward

others lean into that wind
over tramping feet
seek yet another
inspirational vista

stay with me black rock
on this beach
shelter and sustenance

absorbing a reflected sun
pondering much or nothing
stay with me…