September Morning Rain Cinquain

my coffee by
the window alone—guess
this morning the rain’s what keeps you

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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