Shutter clicks on cracked grey stone
Bus fumes rise in morning light
Film catches what eyes have known
Shadows stretch through day to night
Footsteps in the weeds he counts
Footsteps where the wild grass grows
Workshop backyard keeps its secrets
Numbers rise and softly fall
Footsteps in the weeds he counts
Footsteps in the weeds he counts
Meter clicks on midnight runs
Overgrown fence leans on stone
Seventeen years watching the sun
Footsteps counted, never done
Negative strips dry on wire
Bus ticket stubs in coat pocket
She frames the rust, the wire, the tired
Beauty lives in broken socket
Footsteps in the weeds he counts
Footsteps where the wild grass grows
Workshop backyard keeps its secrets
Numbers rise and softly fall
Footsteps in the weeds he counts
Footsteps in the weeds he