Cracked lens catches gulls in flight
Shutter clicks through dying light
Morse code taps on splintered pine
Signals crossing boundary line
Coil hums beneath his calloused thumb
Ships log positions some succumb
Wind tears flags from rusted poles
He reads the air he reads the souls
Salt static rises through the night
Pier lights blink in pale Morse white
He sends the words the sea won't write
While I shoot frames of frozen light
Telegraph key wears brass to gold
Stories transmitted never old
My film winds tight in plastic case
Salt crystals on my frozen face
Salt static rises through the night
Pier lights blink in pale Morse white
He sends the words the sea won't write
While I shoot frames of frozen light
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