You cut the came to fit the panel
Solder flows like molten channel
Fog hides the bridge's steel suspension
Gulls trace arcs above the ocean
Lead lines hold the fractured color
Mist dissolves where glass meets sky
You watch the pier turn soft and slower
Light bleeds through where gray lies
Thumb advances cheap film frames
Bus exhaust and diesel flames
You frame the artist's steady hands
Copper foil on color bands
Lead lines hold the fractured color
Mist dissolves where glass meets sky
You watch the pier turn soft and slower
Light bleeds through where gray lies
Patina greens the leaded edges
Fog horns sound from rocky ledges
Your lens catches copper veins
Where amber bleeds to cobalt stains
Lead lines hold the fractured color
Mist dissolves where glass meets sky
You watch the pier turn soft and slower
Light bleeds through where gray lies
Shutter snaps the solder glow
Tide retreats, the fog moves slow
You pocket film, the roll is spent
Watch the artist's homeward bent
Cello hums where violin climbs
Harpsichord marks passing time
Flute breath lifts the heavy air
Tension breaks to light repair
Dawn paints gold on glass mosaic
Pier stands quiet, gulls in flight
You board the bus with developed rolls
Light stays caught in leaden souls
Lead lines hold the fractured color
Mist dissolves where glass meets sky
You watch the pier turn soft and slower
Light bleeds through where gray lies
Color holds where lead lines bind
Shutter clicks, the bus pulls away
Lead and light remain the same
