Ben Partenay Poems

i was telling sister it was
spring again even though
she knew this but I wanted
her to know it for a sure
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flashing
stop, stop, stop
the magnitude
of repetition
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so long to believe that you have
seen it all, there is always more
behind the window that isn’t so
easily seen, the glass is always
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is this poem about me, what
were you thinking of, whom
were you thinking of when you
wrote these words out, it
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we age no more than the river
each day wears away at us all
and the river runs red with sunset
away from the shadows call
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there is a person
beneath my window throwing rocks

come out he says
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I shot a bird with an arrow once
one sad and sunny day.
It wiggled a bit and jumped just twice,
and then lay still as May.
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fall heavily
up.
she was saying
"tell me
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The moon arose and showed it's face
and blamed its light on a brighter place,
and an aging child on the ground below
dreamed of the things he will never know.
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i wrote
two lines
in the mud of this
paper painted
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