Cinquain in Late March

Cattails
rattle, icy
in the marsh; snow muffles
the fields—and no geese call yet, wild,
joyful

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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