We miss you, Ben Naga.
THE COLLECTOR
When you talk
The air becomes filled with butterflies
And while you talk
…………………….Surreptitiously
I catch them in my hands
And put them gently in my pocket
And when I leave you
I go home
Take them gently from my pocket
And arrange them
…………………….Like this
On a piece of paper
So that when you find out what I am doing
And no longer let them loose when I am there
I can come home
…………………….And remember …
Seasonings 
Yes. I do 🙏
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🙏
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There seem to be a lot of collectors in the world. 🙂
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Indeed! 🙂
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Thanks for sharing Betty. Lovely images. (K)
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I agree — this is a favorite of mine. Thank you for reading, Kerfe.
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That is beautiful….
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I think so too, Kim.
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Lovely…
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I agree, Eliza. ❤
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Oh no – please explain. I fear something awful has happened.
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Sharon, I’m very worried about him and I keep hoping he’ll return. Last time he posted here was October 23rd, and that’s also the date of the last email I received from him. He had been ill for several months and wasn’t getting better.
Ben is very much missed. (He had poems included in the new anthology published by Four Windows Press and they haven’t been able to reach him either to send him a copy of the book. He hasn’t returned anyone’s emails.)
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I hope he is fine, Betty, but I worry too because he is not posting at all. 😔
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It’s good to hear from you, Francina. ….yes, it’s been more than three months now since we’ve heard from him (posts, emails, etc.), and I know he was ill. I do fear the worst. 😥
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Me too, Betty 😢💕
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❤
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