September Morning Rain Cinquain

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

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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