At The Deciduous November Riverbank (TDNRB)

The elms and lindens
scatter gold and the maples
discard flawed rubies—
but the stingy autumn oaks
hold tight to tarnished pennies

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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