Quick in the Night

We all watch the moon
swelling and shrinking monthly,
rising and falling
like our chests—quick in the night
with a flutter of secrets

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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