The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Accommodations

Silence
is a deadly game.
Shadows of unspeaking visitors
visit wall s of cave
on far side of the fire
which fire flickers on,
its shadows licking their own wounds,
thrashing light without giving heat.
The solitude of waiting
magnifies this space,
much too large for one of us,
for two
an ideal place.

374 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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