Concrete slabs hold summer heat
Speaker posts stand incomplete
White canvas waits for projector beam
Cat arrives inside the dream
She slips through the screen door at dawn
Three colors painted on the lawn
Where the reel begins to spin
Just salt and wind beneath her skin
Rusted Ford holds engine rust
She curls atop the exhaust dust
Orange black and white like buoy marks
Guiding ships through harbor dark
Projector lens is cold as glass
No silver ships to watch it pass
She blinks slow at morning tide
Keeps the watch where gulls have cried
She slips through the screen door at dawn
Three colors painted on the lawn
Where the reel begins to spin
Just salt and wind beneath her skin
Fog rolls in off highway nine
She hunts the mice in serpentine
Keeper logs the final show
Cat knows things the keepers know
Morning breaks the ticket booth
Weeds grow through the cracks of truth
She walks the tide line back to dunes
Humming keeper's nursery tunes
She slips through the screen door at dawn
Three colors painted on the lawn
Where the reel begins to spin
Just salt and wind beneath her skin
Screen door swings on hinge and brine
Keeper's light and cat align
