What does Benjamin cross,
The distance of four-
blocks for?
Something that would warm his cool?
Does he have spirit-visions,
Of touching that glow of hope,
Or,
Is he excited at the prospect,
Of,
Being present at its bloody sacrifice.
This asked by the sidewalk,
Asked of the ghosts,
Of hopes,
Who's glows have been dulled on his pavement.
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this is beautiful, anonant. thank you. benjamin would love it.
happy new year's, dear.
I am constantly impressed with you poetry, my friend. Someday you should collect all of these together in a book. I would have that on my shelf.
Would you place it in its proper alphabetical order or is there a more complex heirarchy of placement for poetry in your library.
Thanks Artman, good to hear from you
you are missed.
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