the wind’s a friend…

the wind's a friend who sometimes comes
and touches her when she's alone;
she hears the geese across the lake,
but there's no sound of voice, or phone,

to touch her any other way.
she shivers as the night comes near,
and hugs the waving grass up close,
a blanket spread against

her fear

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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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