People Watching – 1

When morning wraps itself around our bones,
Thoughts weaving and crisscrossing everywhere,
There's still a dog to walk, and cold to breathe,
And mist to puncture into disrepair

And though the ambience be wet and flat,
The fire lit within will be enough
To give life one more day to prove its worth,
And give death one more day of flat rebuff

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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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