EARLY autumn, gentle, warm
Bayou rounding into form
Ripples spreading with the breeze
Harmony, repose, and ease
ON THE BANKS and in my head
Car seat makes a decent bed
Panes rolled down and wind in hair
Without anything like care
IT’S BEEN thirty years, now, since:
And yet that day of indolence
Lives on within me, perfectly,
Each detail, fresh, and clear as clear
Could be
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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