Tanner Brockwell

rustling patter
by tanner brockwell

rustling patter
the drops upon the tin roof
summer rains fall softly
less than this less than death
that would be like a sleep
never to wake just the rustling patter
jubilance refreshed and late
that the silver hid
all refrains only
kisses upon fluttered lids

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the coach left the town after noon
by tanner brockwell

the coach left the town after noon
with a good pace
expected before sundown
in the back three passengers
paid in full
delivering them
and the payroll
downtight in the strongbox
mining town
rowdy town
up till dawn
surely as the sun
riding shotgun
restless in the day
the bump and jostle
roads barely called roads
swinging around the mountain pass
each outcrop or boulder ominous
a bandit or outlaw sure
triggers itchy
double the haul
i said payday
and union transfers
any somabitch thinks he’s jesse
gonna retire south and pretty soon
nights approaching
and she brought a silver friend

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what object of man
by tanner brockwell

what object of man
it takes
it bakes
the silver stars yet
yet have they kissed the land
forever is never
and never is a long long time
lost threads
well read
into the loose ends
that slip
perchance a hit
or missed
upon the shores of deadly night
there is a pattern
so so unique
it is a pattering
rain against a tin roof serenade
and rest for
the day is finished

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