Oblivion Sky

Visions of Johanna plays
Autumn in its fullest splendor
Leaves dancing on fire,
cascading, spiraling
down upon the vacuum of your eyes

Bob Dylan, 1966, standing, black,
before a mountain scape that's just too big
He wears those black sunglasses
Maple leaves of amber, gold and red
All the colors melding into
Some surrealist painting turned clear
A battered country house with haunted windows
Sits quietly in front of the oblivion sky