Poem: Listening To Bob Dylan at Red Rocks

A poem about walking the dogs

I walk the dogs to clear my head, and
yes, so they can clear their bowels —

we all have pressing concerns. But I
like to think that I learn something new

every time I listen to Bob Dylan sing
Most of the Time. Out by Red Rocks,

waves rhythmically crashing, with
more calm than it might seem, I

feel anew. Dylan’ best song blowing
with the breeze. The dogs both

dropped the load they were carrying.
And I guess I just did too.