Dylan Review Vol. 3.1, Summer 2021, Poems FOR DYLAN AT 80 Go BackOther IssuesPOEM BY Jacqueline Osherow, University of Utah One chord of a harmonica can take me back, or a name — Johanna, Mr. Jones —to that Eden of stretched-out afternoonson the living room carpet, an open math bookneglected at my elbow, index cardsuntouched beside it in a fallow stack.I’m halfway in a trance, half trying to crackeach cipher in the snarled onrush of wordssurging through the stereo’s dark mesh.Something is happening and you don’t know what it is . . . I’m fourteen. Of course that’s true but I get an inkling — as limits vanish —of word as lightning flash, wick, whiplash, arrowand soon-to-be accomplice. Dylan, thank you. July 25, 2021/by Nicole Font https://thedylanreview.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/DR-logo-e1620168950350.png 0 0 Nicole Font https://thedylanreview.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/DR-logo-e1620168950350.png Nicole Font2021-07-25 11:10:022021-07-25 11:10:48FOR DYLAN AT 80