May 28

May 28

Late, late
apple blossoms
finally unfolding
their dark red petals, deigning to

to bring nearer
its insouciant nights
and radiant days awash in
salt waves.

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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One Response to May 28

  1. bussokuseki says:

    Wonderful, wonderful capture of the changes, the melancholies and the possibilities. Be well~


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