river tongueTwo Tankas in July

The dunes open here
A river’s expectant mouth
Warm tongue unfurling
Into the heat of the day
Fresh water frenches the sea

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Full moon sinking slow
Over the west river’s marsh
Light leaking softly
To soak into earth and well
Up from the mourning dove’s throat

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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