Three Line Lunch: Listening to Neil Young in the Car
Jun 19, 2010
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a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 299
Listening to Neil Young in the Car (Cinnamon Girl)
In such command of the colors of his instrument:
His electric broad, heavy and deep; his acoustic strung with sunlit sand.
His voice shot through with light, thin reed floating on water.
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