The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Missing

There is a seashell missing.
I have not counted, but I know.
I know them all.
There is one missing.
My favorite’s not in its place-
gone!
Though I don’t remember
what it looks like,
I’ll know
when it comes home.

262 ®Copyright 1972 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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