You climb the iron spine at dusk
Salt wind sings through bolts and rust
Camera ready in your hand
Chasing light across the land
Shutter clicks a frozen beat
Summer heat retreats complete
Iron ladder summer sky
Gulls and shadows wheel and fly
Each rung a story each step a sound
Ghosts of oceans lost and found
Tar smell rises from the pier
Gulls cry out as night draws near
Viewfinder frames the peeling paint
Memory etched in silver saint
Fingers trace the cold steel ribs
Counting voyages like cryptic fibs
Iron ladder summer sky
Gulls and shadows wheel and fly
Each rung a story each step a sound
Ghosts of oceans lost and found
Deck shoes worn to paper thin
Salt maps etched on weathered skin
Horizon bleeds in orange bands
Time dissolves in grainy strands
Negative strip curls in your palm
Tide turns calm to quiet storm
Iron ladder summer sky
Gulls and shadows wheel and fly
Each rung a story each step a sound
Ghosts of oceans lost and found
Last frame catches copper glow
Where water meets the