And Forget-Me-Nots In June, Too

And Forget-Me-Nots In June, Too

How could
I forget you,
forget-me-nots, when you
plant yourself at every corner,
in shade,

in sun,
along treelines
and near shorelines to surge
from all horizons in rhythmic
blue 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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