near-forgotten interlude

beside pink trees we one time walked 
when you were young and i was whole 
we laughed and wondered as we talked 
if this was our predestined role 

which it was not, of course. and now 
you see and smell the trees, and know 
that blossoms come upon the bough 
when it is time for them to show

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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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