Ode to the words I do not know: fickle.

I wrote this poem after listening to a Bob Dylan song covered by The New Basement Tapes, a supergroup composed of Jim James, Elvis Costello, Marcus Mumford, Taylor Goldsmith, and Rhiannon Giddens.

Marcus mumford sings Dylan’s captivating lyrics. This was the stanza that inspired the poem: “Gypsy woman, you know every place I go/ Even a thousand miles away from home/And you don’t care if I’m asleep or I’m awake. This fickle heart just turn to stone/Going back to Kansas City.”

I felt like I knew the word fickle, but it grinded my gears a bit that I didn’t have complete command of the word to know what Dylan was trying to say. Here is my poem for FICKLE. Here is the video. Be sure to read the little bits of info at the beginning. Simply amazing.

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