I trimmed wicks in tower rooms
Salt crusted thick on brass and bloom
Now I watch the projector spin
Light cuts where the cracks begin
Steam rises from tomato rows
Condensation on the glass grows
Each pane a map of stress and time
Holding green in rhythm rhyme
Light through cracks paints shadows new
Greenhouse breathes in morning dew
Film burns bright on fractured pane
We keep watch through wind and rain
Reel clicks steady frame by frame
Tomato leaves catch silver flame
I focus lens on hairline splits
Where winter wind and summer sits
Steam rises from tomato rows
Condensation on the glass grows
Each pane a map of stress and time
Holding green in rhythm rhyme
Light through cracks paints shadows new
Greenhouse breathes in morning dew
Film burns bright on fractured pane
We keep watch through wind and rain
Storm took three panes last November
Glass like teeth in jagged slumber
I patched with tape and tar and wire
Light still cuts through mud and mire
Lamp oil smells like diesel dawn
Developer stains my fingers drawn
Both of us tend fragile things
Glass and film and what storm brings
Light through cracks paints shadows new
Greenhouse breathes in morning dew
Film burns bright on fractured pane
We keep watch through wind and rain
Morning comes the reel runs out
Greenhouse warm no shadow doubt
Tomatoes red on vine and stem
Light finds ways through cracks in them
Light through cracks paints shadows new
Greenhouse breathes in morning dew
Film burns bright on fractured pane
We keep watch through wind and rain
Light through cracks stays strong and true
Greenhouse stands we see it through
Bass walks slow the reel spins down
Light holds ground on fractured ground
