You frame the artist on the porch
Solder breathes a silver torch
Copper veins in amber light
Bayou exhales humid night
She lifts a pane of ruby red
Welds the seam where shadows fled
Cicadas stitch the heavy air
Dragonflies write cursive there
Glass saints bleed on wooden floor
Light spills out the open door
Bayou mirrors every hue
You catch the ghost the colors knew
Your lens drinks the fractured glow
Kodak eats what eyes bestow
Shutter snaps the sacred dust
Time dissolves in copper rust
Brass stabs cut the muggy hush
Guitar skanks through cypress plush
DX7 sings liquid lines
While the bayou rearranges signs
Glass saints bleed on wooden floor
Light spills out the open door
Bayou mirrors every hue
You catch the ghost the colors knew
Flash cubes pop like fireflies
Negative holds what memory buys
Developer smells like rain on tin
You're not just watching you're letting in
She wipes flux from calloused thumb
Hums a hymn the night has come
You pocket film warm from the shot
Walk the pier where egrets knot
Glass saints bleed on wooden floor
Light spills out the open door
Bayou mirrors every hue
You catch the ghost the colors knew
Glass saints bleed on wooden floor
Shutter clicks slow on the rail
Bayou keeps its quiet counsel
