Love,
a pet of poetry,
now limps within vocabulary
as, within canebrake,
aging herpetologist,
forsakes rattlesnake
for safety’s comfort.
I speak too soon,
I speak in haste
I should speak slowly
of coming waste
– of love,
-of poetry,
-of vocabulary.
There is plenty of rattlesnake.
280 ®Copyright 1972 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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