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Poem By Ben Paynter

wrote me
a poem once
that read like
something I
would have written
for a funeral.
you filled it
with black flowers,
I held no rose
my eyes wandered.
a moment
flashed by
in the window
of a streetcar,
the light turns green.
I go again
to the place we met
down by
the river.

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wonderful poem, Ben, there's some James Wright in there


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