Two Tankas for the Summer Moon

Two Tankas for the Summer Moon*

1. The moon’s a dollop of lard

Against the black sky
the white moon’s like a dollop
of lard dropped into
a cast-iron pan—if you
were here we’d fry up biscuits.

2. I stepped in dog shit

I stepped in dog shit
while walking home and looking
at the pale cold moon—
so another memory
of beauty lingers, pungent.

*Yeah, sometimes it’s hard to keep a straight face.

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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