Tuesday, April 13, 2010

A second one without a title

Two tonight, both dense, superficial, and important for me to write.

2
we are alone

cultivating


remote


farmsteads

coming together in towns of insignificant details

we are alone because we are unique
and because we are unique, we are the same
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  1. Katrina PenningtonApril 17, 2010 at 5:03 PM

    Ben, I really like this. It seems true in many ways, and coming from me, someone who doesn't really read or appreciate much poetry, that's saying a lot. Poignantly scratching the surface of something very real.......

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  2. MelissaOctober 3, 2010 at 8:56 PM

    i love this. i'm not sure how i never commented on it.

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