{"id":513,"date":"2016-05-22T09:29:08","date_gmt":"2016-05-22T16:29:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/timhrklit.com\/?page_id=513"},"modified":"2016-05-22T11:30:38","modified_gmt":"2016-05-22T18:30:38","slug":"dylan-summer-91","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/timhrklit.com\/?page_id=513","title":{"rendered":"DYLAN SUMMER 91"},"content":{"rendered":"

DYLAN SUMMER 91<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n

Keeps a foolish heart hidden in a tabernacle of pride. Father taught you to acknowledge pain but endure. Mother fed you from her soul, let you taste a joy never again to behold.<\/p>\n

The last time you dreamt, another president held office. Trains still passed through mountains. There was a river filled with light. A woman held your hand and gave sweetness to the night.<\/p>\n

Believe what\u00a0 you want in the humid mist beneath a starless August sky. Good luck comes in threes. Bad luck comes in droves. Must still be trains somewhere and a river nearby.<\/p>\n

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A prose poem from the archives. \u00a0. I am posting this on the website for Dylan\u2019s 75^{th<\/sup> Birthday \u2013 5\/24. <\/em><\/p>\n}

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