Tanner Brockwell

the antique glint a memory
by tanner brockwell

the antique glint a memory
draped in dust
cubbyhole afterthought
amongst the jumble
passed days
for passed ways
all past has passed away
sun turns where
oh sun turns so
all the glass
hothouse
flowers
blooming

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