Boots kick up chalk on main street gravel
Iron ladder hums beneath his shadow
Dust coats the lens he wipes with calloused thumb
Metal sings where summer heat has come
Two suns sink low behind the grain elevator
Fire escape expands in thermal prayer
He frames the shot with fingers steady quiet
Shutter snaps the ringing golden air
Gunslinger sits where iron rungs converge
Twin suns paint his weathered face in gold
Camera captures what the ear observes
Stories that the metal structure told
Film roll advances with a plastic click
Bus engine coughs two blocks away from here
Heat rises off the sidewalk brick by brick
He waits for light to bend and disappear
Two suns sink low behind the grain elevator
Fire escape expands in thermal prayer
He frames the shot with fingers steady quiet
Shutter snaps the ringing golden air
Gunslinger sits where iron rungs converge
Twin suns paint his weathered face in gold
Camera captures what the ear observes
Stories that the metal structure told
Negative strips dry on clothesline wire
Silver halide catches final blaze
Each ping and pop becomes a quiet choir
Structure breathes in cooling evening haze
Gunslinger sits where iron rungs converge
Twin suns paint his weathered face in gold
Camera captures what the ear observes
Stories that the metal structure told
Holster rests against the warm steel rung
Fingers trace the peeling paint layers deep
Every expansion note remains unsung
Until the lens preserves what ears can keep
Gunslinger sits where iron rungs converge
Twin suns paint his weathered face in gold
Camera captures what the ear observes
Stories that the metal structure told
Contact sheet reveals the hidden music
Gunslinger packs his gear removes the sling
Frequency made visible in grain
Rides out before the twin suns wane
Gunslinger sits where iron rungs converge
Twin suns paint his weathered face in gold
Camera captures what the ear observes
Stories that the metal structure told
Final frame holds heat and ringing steel
Shutter closes on the season
Twin suns drop behind the hill
