Tanner Brockwell

raining forever
by tanner brockwell

raining forever
the mist clung forest
pipe blows faint
life bringer
gifts
there is many
even
clear
rails and ties
hard wheels
miles
rolling over
bed roll
bed
that’s a joke
tired enough
woke half a state
in the dream
fingers tracing
power lines
imperceptible
unseen guides
the aider
again
old friend

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