day park night

you brought your backlit daydreams
through flowery trials, and
over bridges of many colors –

but, the day park night
sits staid, and rich –
not knowing your visions,
and barely sensing
your present revirescence

in solitude, consider:
walk on padded feet,
sing to the lights,

love all
with all the love
you have left over

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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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