Hull scrapes barnacle crust on pilings
Condensation beads on fractured panes
Engine idles, low hymn humming
Alto breath in diesel stains
Salt and glass hold the same weight
Narrows gate swings wide and late
Cracked panes catch the morning break
Seedlings rise for their own sake
Peat pots sit in wooden trays
Rusted fan blades refuse to spin
Organ pedals, ghosts of praise
Choir robes packed deep within
Salt and glass hold the same weight
Narrows gate swings wide and late
Cracked panes catch the morning break
Seedlings rise for their own sake
Tide turns hard against the bow
Thermostat clicks, dead and cold
Vestment wool wears through to now
Harmonies the glass can't hold
Salt and glass hold the same weight
Narrows gate swings wide and late
Cracked panes catch the morning break
Seedlings rise for their
