last night i had dreams
about snowfall in
texas
and thieves at
atm machines-
about homeless men
who play bob dylan songs
on warped acoustic guitars
without wearing a shirt-

last night
in dreams
i was with a
girl i used to
think i loved-
standing under a gazebo-
we watched the snow come
down-
worrying that
my bank account
would be raided by
technological
bandits-
listening to
“i shall be
released”
and wondering how
the homeless man managed
to keep warm-
to keep playing-
while the snow
kept
falling