Once September Held

Once September held
The sound of rain on canvas,
The taste of woodsmoke
On your lips—but I only
Think of you now in past tents

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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2 Responses to Once September Held

  1. John, I want to “like’ this, but I feel it would just be encouraging your bad behaviour.

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