Tanner Brockwell

sleuice of water
by Tanner Brockwell

sleuice of water
upon the darkened street
green toned lights
cross this way
world orbits with companions
close to hand the scale
among see the clouds
hinting reveal soaring
majesty you have
attainments and skills
lodged tight the repetitive
surprised when
tea cup and spoon
falling free
could pick them like flowers
blooms of beautiful arcs
the expression of real
hushing say finger to lips
one lump or two

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