At the End of Day

In the fields oats
bend their heavy heads
at the end of day,
wait for rain
dawdling lasciviously
over the apples
turning red
in the south orchard.

When the rain passes
and the sky clears
we will see what will be
the harvest moon
already
honing its leading edge.

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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