Midnight Finds Me Digging (a country tanka noir for Michael Leon)

Midnight Finds Me Digging (a country tanka noir for Michael Leon)

What I plant tonight
blossomed in red sprays today,
the scent thin and sharp—
waves of it in my nostrils,
salt and copper as the sea

We left the city,
its crenellated skyline—
our prison, she said,
but through all these nights I’ve heard
the sirens lament for me

Tonight I’m breaking
free of nights locked in stillness,
their killing silence,
their searchlight moon—white, restless,
sweeping the stark horizon

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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