the last small town

we idolize sometimes the past,
the virtues of another age,
the last small town of memory,
the worn or missing page

of long-lost lore we used to know,
whereby our dreams were built --
but innocence is just a different
way to dress up

guilt

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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