Under the October Moon

Tonight your whisper
drew me out to wait under
the October moon—
but there was the only the cold
wind moving in the dry leaves

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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