Shooting Stars

Johnny Cash & Kris Kristofferson – Sunday Morning Coming Down

Shooting Stars

Too many friends here
begin this brief arc that shoots
through their veins—its glow
confined to their brains, we see
only their darkening skies

The sky fades from blue
while I count needles strewn in
green green grass near home—
junkies on corners, now, are
how entropy increases

Joan Baez – The Green Green Grass Of Home

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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