the wind

what was it, love, you said to me?
“the wind – it moves us where it will -“
you pushed your hair behind your ear
your glasses hid your eyes —

the touch then reached for never came
you left that windswept point of land
across the water wide, there was
an echo from the ache of my

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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