The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Cadences

I hear a different drummer,
arrhythmic, near.
The distant drummer of my youth is here.
My heart has choice to pitch its beat
pit pendulum, pit pendulum, pit pendulum,
Poe slow,
in well earned peace,
or rise to an occasion,
fire truck to a fire.

 

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