Of Late (August)


Who needs more than a bench under the trees
At the harbour in a sou’-sou’-west breeze
As the voice of Lucretius slowly grows
Insistent, dark, murmuring wings of crows?


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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One Response to Of Late (August)

  1. You are drawing close to the path of reason.


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