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Changing Times For Bob Dylan

With the aplomb of Fergus,
Bob abandoned his carnival job
to wander
beneath the fine-stitched shadows
of the sycamores and oak trees.
He bet on himself that a poet
with his thumb out, hitchhiking east,
leaving Minnesota behind,
would be noticed as he embarked
on a quest for New York,
and there he’d sing his stories
to the tunes the oak
and sycamore leaves gave him
before fall took the melodies
and scattered them
as tambourines on a sidewalk.

— W. Barrett Munn, Jul 18, 2026

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Style/Type: Free verse

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The poem earns its central image in the closing lines, where the scattered leaves become "tambourines on a sidewalk." That final metaphor rewards the earlier attention to the sycamore and oak: the trees are not just scenery but a source of the melodies the speaker imagines Dylan carrying east, and the transformation of leaves into instruments gathers the poem's threads with a specific, sonic surprise. The choice of "tambourines" in particular resonates against the Dylan subject without stating the connection outright, which lets the reader make the link.

The framing device of "the aplomb of Fergus" opens the poem on a note that the rest does not fully develop. The allusion sets a high register and invites a reader to weigh Dylan's departure against whatever Fergus represents, but the comparison is dropped after the first line and never returns. Either a fuller integration of that reference, or a plainer opening that keeps the focus on the departure itself, would keep the poem from promising a scope it does not pursue.

The middle stretch leans on abstraction and summary where the ending shows the payoff of concrete images. Phrases like "bet on himself" and "would be noticed" narrate the ambition rather than render it, and "a quest for New York" states the goal flatly. Since the poem clearly can do the vivid, particular work seen in the final lines, one direction worth trying is to translate that stretch of ambition into the same kind of physical detail: the thumb, the road, the light on the trees, rather than the internal wager and its anticipated reward.

The repetition of "sycamores and oak trees" early and "the oak and sycamore leaves" later creates a nice echo, though reversing the order the second time reads as incidental rather than intentional. Deciding whether that reversal should carry meaning, or settling on a consistent pairing, would tighten the effect.

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