May, Clumsy as Always

May fumbled slowly
Through another night last night
Against dark, cold earth
The first magnolia opened
I know I heard silk tearing

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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