The Lilacs Don’t Care

The Lilacs Don’t Care

The lilacs don’t care
if you’ve waited years for one
to open florets
under your prim nose—like me,
they shiver for the spring wind.

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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