“This Is The Way The Ladies Ride…”

The children play at being grown, 
The grownups play at being kids; 
We melt together, one and own, 
While breaking out of pens and grids 

And feel the water splashing down 
Like words and rhymes we lately said: 
The songs of our inheritance, 
The past and future, both, 

Ahead

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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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