Greenhouse glass catches first light
Tomato vines climb through the night
Gardener moves with steady hands
Checking soil in copper pans
Salt air kisses seedling rows
Where the harbor water flows
He tends the green while docks sleep deep
Promises the tide will keep
Pots aligned on weathered wood
Roots drink deep where seawater stood
Labels written in fading ink
Carrot kale and brussels sprout link
Salt air kisses seedling rows
Where the harbor water flows
He tends the green while docks sleep deep
Promises the tide will keep
Flash captures dirt beneath nails
Morning coffee steam exhales
No passengers no tickets torn
Just seedlings waiting for the morn
Salt air kisses seedling rows
Where the harbor water flows
He tends the green while docks sleep deep
Promises the tide will keep
Bus brought me here wheels on gravel
Runaway lens no time to travel
But this quiet man with patient grace
Grows food in salt's embrace
Tide rolls in tide pulls out
Roots hold on without a doubt
Camera full battery low
Watch the greenhouse garden grow
First boat horn cuts through the mist
Gardener nods adds to his list
Water weed and wait for rain
Same rhythm on the dock's domain
Salt air kisses seedling rows
Where the harbor water flows
He tends the green while docks sleep deep
Promises the tide will keep
Salt air kisses seedling rows
Where the harbor water flows
He tends the green while docks sleep deep
Promises the tide will keep
Shutter clicks ride the bus home
Salt & seedlings strictly alone
