Latin names for the cracks in the blacktop
Quercus roots lift the curb where the tires stopped
Moss writes its script on the peeling white paint
Time measures out in a patient restraint
Lead came bends where the projector beam fell
Solder blooms like a flower in the parallel hell
Blue glass catches the dawn on the rusted steel frame
Red shards map out the heat of a forgotten name
We trace the lines where the light gets broken
Copper vein runs where the words go unspoken
Root and foil share the same quiet stain
Light bleeds color on the concrete plain
No ticket stubs no concession stand
Just chlorophyll and the artist's hand
Agave spikes guard the ticket booth door
Yucca blossoms mark where the speakers tore
Lichen maps the grid on the snack bar wall
Life finds its script in the crumbling hall
Green pigments rise where the silver screen
Chlorophyll dreams in the projector beam
We trace the lines where the light gets broken
Copper vein runs where the words go unspoken
Root and foil share the same quiet stain
Light bleeds color on the concrete plain
No ticket stubs no concession stand
Just chlorophyll and the artist's hand
Night drops cold on the organ's low hum
Brass breathes warm where the reels used to run
Two quiet strangers no need to speak
The glass remembers what the roots seek
A solder joint a root tip's curl
Holding the dark in a colored whorl
Flux cleans the join where the copper kisses
Patina blooms where the weather dismisses
Amber glass holds the dust of the desert wind
Blue holds the dusk that the day left behind
Iron frame surrenders to vine and rust
Beauty survives in the broken trust
Mycorrhizal threads in the copper seam
Exchanging sugars in a silent dream
Glass lets the spectrum feed the root below
Art and biology in a soft glow
No premiere night no final fade out
Just photosynthesis on a copper route
We trace the lines where the light gets broken
Copper vein runs where the words go unspoken
Root and foil share the same quiet stain
Light bleeds color on the concrete plain
No ticket stubs no concession stand
Just chlorophyll and the artist's hand
Two quiet strangers in the
