Watching Westerns

The shadow on the ceiling’s from

The ancient spinning fan;

An afternoon of light and dust

And ceremony spun from arts and fables;

Songs of sorrow,

Western tales of larger skies,

In watercolors splashed on film

Where every shade’s imbued

With sweat and passion

And some kindling bits 

Of desire to do right

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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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