The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Conspiracy of Flowers

Flowers flourish
in field and greenhouse,
of my intention
to pick and give
some of them to you.

Lest I wilt them with my fervor,
or they diminish in my hand
I hurry them to you
hoping that they linger
in your affection
attaching some of it to me.


366 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.