Kurt Philip Behm

A Reluctant Wind

The bums and the heroes

of revolution

asleep

As drawn to the cosmos

a light

travels deep

He asked for no quarter

playing outside

the game

His legion in shadows

he’d never

explain

Each song once it’s sung

his interest

foregone

To blind repetition

he couldn’t

belong

The critics in reference

enshrining

his fame

As the midwestern

prairie wind

—calls out his name

 

(Ode To Bob Dylan: November, 2023)