Greyhound tires eat the highway line
Shutter clicks steal borrowed time
Film canister rattles in my coat
Frames develop where the dark roots grow
[Pre-
Window frame holds what the night let go
Dust spins slow where the cold winds blow
Something heavy breaks the quiet plane
Sun hits metal like a signal flame
An iron anchor drifts through dusty glass
Morning sun turns rust to gold and brass
Heavy thing that shouldn't float at all
Caught in light that climbs the attic wall
Bus station coffee burns my tongue
Polaroids stack where I don't belong
Corner store sells maps I won't unfold
Ink bleeds blue on highways growing cold
[Pre-
Window glass warms where the metal rests
Morning pulls it from the night's cold chest
Chain links glow like beads on fishing line
Heavy rises on a streak of shine
An iron anchor drifts through dusty glass
Morning sun turns rust to gold and brass
Heavy thing that shouldn't float at all
Caught in light that climbs the attic wall
Attic floorboards groan under my weight
Camera strap cuts where the light creates
Viewfinder frames the impossible scene
Iron floats in gold and morning sheen
An iron anchor drifts through dusty glass
Morning sun turns rust to gold and brass
Heavy thing that shouldn't float at all
Caught in light that climbs the attic wall
Negative strips hang on clothespin lines
Salt and silver suspend in time
Anchor chain links catch the prism spray
Rust blooms orange in the break of day
An iron anchor drifts through dusty glass
Morning sun turns rust to gold and brass
Heavy thing that shouldn't float at all
Caught in light that climbs the attic wall
Shutter snaps the moment into proof
Gravity releases ancient proof
Negative dries on the windowsill
Morning develops what the night kept still
An iron anchor drifts through dusty glass
Morning sun turns rust to gold and brass
Heavy thing that shouldn't float at all
Caught in light that climbs the attic wall
Iron floats where light decides to land
Camera clicks it into my hand
