The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Look Up

I rise, weightless, above pain
and blend with echoes.
Friends rub against friends
too slowly to create warmth,
amnesiant of their loss.
I now travel roads I’ve crossed.
If no one knows I was here,
how could they know
which way I’ve gone.

 

514 ®Copyright 2009 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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