The Elms Want the Late May Moon Too

The Elms Want the Late May Moon Too

Barely
awake, and still
not dressed in late May, elms
cast sinuous limbs up to hold
the moon.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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