Moonlight Will Drift White

A flurry of gulls
over the July harbour—
moonlight will drift white
tonight across black water
into fields already pale

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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