harvesting time

within the planet, 
expectant, 
our past is present —  

moments’ seeds 
turned to years of gold 
in sunlight  

but how carelessly 
we sleep with 
our own indolence  

leading to 
another kind of 
harvesting

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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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