The other day a friend sent me a couple of such gorgeous fading magnolia poems that I had to find a whole new angle from which to approach the idea….
At the Neil Young Magnolia Bodyshop in Mid-May
blame someone, so
it’s down to you, Neil Young—
oil up your throat’s squeaky old steel
the insomniac streaks
of rust from all these magnolia
Neil Young – Hey, Hey, My My (Into The Black)