Joyce

where are you going

thunder rattling the bricks of an old farmhouse
rain pelting down against the aluminum roof
holding prisoner a small family within

where have you been

crying enthusiastically
on the back couch seat of a mint Cadillac
watching the waves of grain
roll long into the wind

for Bob Dylan

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