You check tomatoes under broken speaker posts
Solanum drinks the silver projector glow
Moths beat the screen where cowboys ride as ghosts
You whisper Latin names to calm the leaves below
Soil stuck deep beneath your bitten fingernails
The marquee letters spell nothing now but rust
You measure growth in millimeters, not in miles
Each seedling is a rebellion against dust
Under projector beams you grow your quiet riot
Solanum and basil fed by silver light
The screen is torn but seedlings push toward sky
You cultivate the dark where movies used to die
You water lettuce where the popcorn kettle burned
Lactuca sativa loves the potassium return
Deer tracks circle kale rows near the ticket booth
You mend the chicken wire, rooted in the truth
Soil stuck deep beneath your bitten fingernails
The marquee letters spell nothing now but rust
You measure growth in millimeters, not in miles
Each seedling is a rebellion against dust
Under projector beams you grow your quiet riot
Solanum and basil fed by silver light
The screen is torn but seedlings push toward sky
You cultivate the dark where movies used to
