Neil Young

Poem: Whenever I hear Neil Young

Whenever I hear Neil Young   It’s always a country fair after sunset and the lights of rides turning on one-by-one, twinkling  in harmony with a watermelon sky spilling sugar- pink into clouds jet, gold, silver-lined.   It’s shooting-stars, still hurricane time, approaching  autumn, a fork in the road. Couples rise in the sky on […]

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