Another May Night

Another May night—
Cold moonlight keeps on seeping
Through the ragged sky—
Is there anything warmer
Than an old coat of sorrow?

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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