BOTHERED BEN BARRY
I may have bothered Ben Barry, but I
wouldn't know. The morning, the day, was
close as a vest, and I was thinking of Ukraine -
some crazy Russian war a year or so ago.
Nothing added up. Nothing mattered. And
then Ben Barry came waltzing by. All his smiles
wanted to sing the same way a child's eyes want
to mesmerize. He sat on a bench on some guy's
boat, and just began singing - 'won't you
let me take you on a sea cruise...'
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Mist was thick like fog, and it hung on
everything. Crickets too tried singing,
but they got stuck; stuck in a trill, stuck
in a drone, stuck in a lull. Visibility, as if
they said it, was cut to five feet. Bothered
Ben Barry was still on that seat.
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Never mind all that : I speak to you direct
instead; no things, no objects in the way.
Open up your heart and spirit, and take
it all in. It is the only way. And such
Love is the only growth. Even if
bothered Ben Barry be.
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