I knew of a man with a parrot,
Perched devout on his tie-dyed shoulder.
In a city so brilliant in its
Eclectically captivating style.
This man, a Dylan enthusiast,
Held time by a leash, tugging back if
It threatened to get too far ahead.
Save for the lines cleft deeply in hisFace,
and grey brushed sharply through his hair,
The years and their artistic markers
Passed by this peace loving man ignored.
A relic of American culture
Held suspended by a youthful spirit.