I am the pane of frosted glass
Watching the heavy hours pass
I see the welder in his blue
Working until the day is through
His denim jacket holds the grime
Counting the rhythms of the time
He bends the steel with steady hand
Across this patch of tired land
Oh, look at the wild Hedera helix
Green vines that wrap in floral relics
The light reflects on indigo thread
Where the deep garden roots are fed
Beyond the shop the mint grows tall
Leaning against the cinder wall
The Mentha spicata smells of dew
Painting the evening silver hue
Oh, look at the wild Hedera helix
Green vines that wrap in floral relics
The light reflects on indigo thread
Where the deep garden roots are fed
He stops to breathe the heavy air
The scent of loam is everywhere
The iron cools in midnight shade
While all the garden debts are paid
The Monarda blooms a scarlet red
Beside the place the sparks were shed
He wipes the soot from tired eyes
Under the velvet summer skies
I hold the glow of orange heat
Where metal and the clover meet
The soil is rich and dark and deep
While all the city noises sleep
Oh, look at the wild Hedera helix
Green vines that wrap in floral relics
The light reflects on indigo thread
Where the deep garden roots are fed
Indigo thread.
The garden roots are fed.
Blue denim glass.
