the soft sands
by tanner brockwell
the soft sands
dry underfoot
and the dune has staked
this piece of earth
water and sky
the following sigh
for a stroll
even now go
so moving so
the dunes are there
receding from the beach
the air salt spray
morning slips into the day
fresh and light
with a dancing star
the nights long dance from afar
and moving moving in an even pace
there is [...]
you are not
by tanner brockwell
you are not
invisible
you are
the rain before
the screen
the droplets seen
in vertigo
essence
the semblance
what was past
the cool mist that clings
to the green lawns
and drifting
drifting
towards the sea
the green serene
a tidy now
i put the cups away
anyhow
and after tea
the trumpets then
and after tea
tearful
wending as the mist would be
there is no after tea
but crumbs to brush away
there will [...]
the syllabus of
by tanner brockwell
the syllabus of
a lost art
the prefix missing
the blaring tone
click click the keys
a typing then
and words go missing
they were missing when
the vanishing
a silly trick
glass once hard
molten find
and string the colors
around this orb
and the furnace burns
all for the molten sand
while craft is near
so near at hand
and leave me now
with a knowing kiss
leave me [...]
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