Tanner Brockwell

evening soft with the drops
by tanner brockwell

evening soft with the drops
scattered random
not for umbrellas
or such
the light is dim
and flash
the headlights on the road
leave cartwheels in the mind
old haunts renewed
old friends and true
these pages burn
there was fire deep
even as we slept
a kindling emotion
flared and roared
and burst like energy
beyond the pale beyond
everything we knew

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