Rusted metal catches morning glare
Salt wind cuts through wool and air
No lock exists for this cold weight
Just pier planks worn by tide and freight
Brass key turns in nothing
Light fractures on the water
Brass key turns in nothing
Harbor swallows every offer
Gull cries stitch the gray horizon
Rope fibers snap under tension
Your palm holds what mine is missing
A shape that fits no invention
Brass key turns in nothing
Light fractures on the water
Brass key turns in nothing
Harbor swallows every offer
Choir breath still shapes my throat
Hymn fragments drift on diesel smoke
You measure distance by the keel
I measure by what isn't real
Brass key turns in nothing
Light fractures on the water
Brass key turns in nothing
Harbor swallows every offer
Corrosion blooms on carved brass teeth
Salt etches deep beneath the wreath
We pocket light in separate coats
Two shores the same tide erodes
Brass key turns in nothing
Light fractures on the water
Brass key turns in nothing
Harbor swallows every offer
Brass key turns in nothing
Salt remains when metal folds
Brass key turns in harbor light
In nothing it still catches light
