It is not this night or day.
It is nights and days,
their number and duration.

It is their weight
and how far they can be carried
by those I meet and me.

I wonder at each first handshake
how many days and nights
we have for each other
in each handshake of the clock.

336 ®Copyright 1973 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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