“Goin the Wrong Direction”

Waking late at night
and looking out the window
I couldn’t be sure
I saw the moon—or forty
shining acres of forehead

The Willis Brothers—Give Me 40 Acres

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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