Folded map from eighty-two
Creases deep as canyon blue
Token booths turn sandstone arches
Train lines etched in dusty marches
Subway mesa calls my name
Sunlit rim and shadow frame
Click the shutter hold the light
Mesa burns through city night
Nikon hangs on leather strap
Cactus spines replace the map
Platform phantoms don't ride the rails
They watch from mesa's windy veils
Subway mesa calls my name
Sunlit rim and shadow frame
Click the shutter hold the light
Mesa burns through city night
Transfer at the butte station
Red rock walls no renovation
Express local both run dry
Underneath the endless sky
Subway mesa calls my name
Sunlit rim and shadow frame
Click the shutter hold the light
Mesa burns through city night
Film advance clicks like a tick
Horizon swallows brick by brick
No transfer back to avenue
Just mesa sky and wind and you
Negative strips hang to dry
Mesa wind blows clouds by
Developer stains fingertips
Subway map in eclipse
Last frame catches golden hour
Mesa swallows city power
Shutter clicks the final frame
Subway map knows every name
Subway mesa calls my name
Sunlit rim and shadow frame
Click the shutter hold the light
Mesa burns through city night
Subway mesa calls my name
Sunlit rim and shadow frame
Wind develops what I saw
Mesa map is all I draw
