Cypress knees pierce black water skin
Spanish moss drapes like choir robes worn thin
A bicycle leans where the paint peels gray
Rust blooms orange on the chain today
He rode hard from Baton Rouge
Found his peace in the bayou refuge
Porch boards hold his weary frame
Dusk writes grace on his weathered name
Porch boards groan under shifting weight
Wood remembers every hand and crate
His calves still hold the climb's ghost ache
Muscle memory no rest can break
He rode hard from Baton Rouge
Found his peace in the bayou refuge
Porch boards hold his weary frame
Dusk writes grace on his weathered name
Fireflies script code in thickening air
Violin sings from the rocking chair
A stranger nods,
