Take it to the Bank, Cassandra

Downtown in April
From high in a ragged spruce
In the bank’s back lot
Like an unheeded alarm
A fledgling crow’s lonely squawk

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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