Tucked behind the workshop wall
Where the yellow ivy crawl
Sits a can of pitted tin
Letting all the clover in.
Thistle seeds begin to fly
Underneath a copper sky
Bending low to touch the ground
Where the hidden things are found.
Rusty shelter in the weeds
Watering the wilder seeds
Hiding from the midday glare
Sinking in the heavy air.
Oxide stains a deep maroon
Waiting for the rising moon
Brambles wrap around the base
Holding tight a secret space.
Thistle seeds begin to fly
Underneath a copper sky
Bending low to touch the ground
Where the hidden things are found.
Rusty shelter in the weeds
Watering the wilder seeds
Hiding from the midday glare
Sinking in the heavy air.
Silver snails leave winding tracks
Across the metal's jagged cracks
Dewdrops cling to iron skin
Where the garden ghosts begin.
Runaway with lens in hand
Mapping out this tangled land
Flash a frame and hold the beat
Feeling summer's fever heat.
Rusty shelter in the weeds
Watering the wilder seeds
Hiding from the midday glare
Sinking in the heavy air.
Spotted wings of amber bees
Swaying in the willow breeze
Hollow vessel, old and gray
Watching all the light decay.
Rusty shelter in the weeds
Watering the wilder seeds
Hiding from the midday glare
Sinking in the heavy air.
Sinking in the heavy air.
Iron red and clover green.
Hold the frame.
