The First Twelve Lines
Ben paced back and forth across the floor
In a flurry of emotion while the rain outside poured.
He was in a commotion of applying a still-life notion,
An epiphany aroused by his years of commitment and devotion,
Out his window he could see all of the Rochester skyline
In his youth he knew that would make a very good spotlight
For the greyhound to take him far away from his circumstances
And to fly him like a skyway car into a new and lasting romance.
But what was here was all that was needed in any word of joy
And to be laughing along on every occasion was easy to employ,
While always basking in the good of the situation was as simple as common sense
The night was filled with great bonds turning into great pages.
In the morning he left his apartment and walked into blue skies and sunlight
His heart pulse remembering to be compassionate and patient when he hears sighs.
by Ben Bussewitz
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