On The Bayou

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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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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