a blanket on the far hill

summer sleeps in peace -- 
a blanket on the far hill 
awaits the sunset -- 
waiting for me, too, this weight, 
this grief, growing and biding

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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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