You spin slow on rusted copper wings
The porch boards groan where the katydid sings
Spanish moss drips from the live oak crown
Dusk paints the bayou a bruised plum down
Your arrow points where the current bends
Home tastes like rain on cypress ends
Copper vane you turn toward the light
Bayou reflects the waning white
Porch swing creaks a lullaby tune
Fireflies stitch the dark lagoon
You've weathered storms that sank the fleet
Now you dance on porch posts sweet
The lamp oil runs low in brass glass
You watch the shapes stretch and pass
A heron lifts from the muddy bank
You creak a note in the wooden plank
No lantern room to polish bright
Just cricket song and firefly light
The fiddle cries like a gull in flight
You pivot left toward the coming night
Cello bows deep where the alligators sleep
Flute breathes soft where the cypresses keep
Your copper skin catches the last gold gleam
A lighthouse keeper's final scene
Copper vane you turn toward the light
Bayou reflects the waning white
Porch swing creaks a lullaby
