The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Shadow Matter

powder penumbra,
softest erosion,
suspensions wafting
barely above gravity,
ultimately drawn to that magnet
but unhurried by the inexorable
or driven by direction
toward any destination
slow motion roulette,
gentle exfoliation,
dandruff of a zoo
and of the gods
and all things in between,
tree sheddings,
growth ouches,
and the reverse,
jetsam of too tight a fit,
larger atoms of the things they once were,
descendants of Ozymandias,
King of Kings.


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