tanner brockwell

survive
by tanner brockwell

survive
there amongst the footrace
of the worn stone blocks
pieces of history
laid out laid low
markers of miles
pounding steps of distance
running with the fire
ice in the lungs
this is good
the slant hour of sun
before set is nigh
carving silhouettes
against a serious sky
and once there were tools
and once hands would work
so this is life and so we thrive
foot runners [...]

dusting
by tanner brockwell
dusting
the inner edge
the hidden gleam
for a hidden friend
facets crisp
beyond the wisp
crystalline tone
tethers alone
would raise
would rise
beyond other skies
to soar
close bodies
attract
and charged
with spectral glow
against a tapestry
of light