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Benjamin Jenkins, life, New England, New Hampshire, poem, poems, poetry, Portsmouth, writing

Some mistakes

Turn fortune.

Some fortunes

Turn burden.

 

Burn down the forest

So we can plant shrubbery and trees.

Run tar walkways through.

Cope with the chaos and steady push of the river.

We will never block it, just divert it.

It alleviates the anxiety.

The what if-

The conquered-

 

Some mistakes

Turn fortune.

Some fortunes

Turn burden.

 

Burn down the forest

So we can sow our crops.

Who are we to compete with the canopy?

The rampant, unkempt growth surrounding us.

It extinguishes the stress.

Who said this was a competition?

Aren’t we part of that growth?

 

 

Burn down the forest.

Through osmosis

Mistake and education form brackish.

Time is no mortal friend

But it adores our spirit.

Pay attention

Turn mistakes to fortunes.

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