January’s Crescent Moon

Look, January’s
shallow hammock of moon swings
slow, bright in the dark—
come with me and let’s climb in
together, sway through the night

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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