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To Governor’s Island On the way to Governor’s Island, We take the only transportation available, a ferry It’s a noisy vessel, but it rides smooth Over the gray waves of New York Harbor Which crash between Manhattan and Long Island At first, we sit together on a white metal bench, Surrounded by children and lost …

Poems by Ben Nardolilli

Reconciliation and Distribution Why the referencing? I don’t want to get a zero Why the problem with citation language? because I want a net settlement Why the affirmation? because I want to pull the schedule. Why consent to the distribution? it’s the only way to merge with the field Keenly Developed Moral Bankruptcy I play …