The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Handshakes of the Clock

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.


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