The Poetry of
Jack Scott

The Best of No Worlds

I need to get away from indecision.
I need beach on mountaintop
with surf and mossy rocks and sand,
seashells, spruce and clams and deer,
flounder, trout and salamander,

When we met
we made the winter go away
and promised kinder seasons
to each other,
brighter, warmer
with beach and mountains
with time enough for all,
for each,
for both.

It is summer now
and we are not together,
we did not last the spring.

You don’t know where I am
or care.
I don’t where you’ve gone
or why.

I am at beach on mountaintop,
if only in reflection
in travel agent’s window.


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