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Three Line Lunch: The Gone Voice

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 212

The Gone Voice

Chris nervous at the mike, with Music in Silence in hand, and Savage Rose, begins:
Charles and I used to talk about who would give voice to our poems when we died.”
Then Chris lends his Philly beat cadence to his gone friend Florida-Haight St.-LA bard.