The End of August (When a Whole Lot of Decembers are Showin’)

Conway Twitty – I’d Love To Lay You Down

The End of August (When a Whole Lot of Decembers are Showin’)

The end of August
and, across the harbour, fields
lay out brown carpets
for autumn’s stark procession—
we’ll strew silver strands of hair

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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