Shutter clicks on rusted fence wire
Coil springs sing in tired choir
Bus ticket tucked in denim pocket
Lens catches light through broken socket
Boots grip cable above vegetable bed
Humming low where tomatoes spread
Wrench hangs loose from leather loop
Gravity pulls but cannot scoop
Wire and weeds in morning hush
Steel thread hums through evening brush
Camera catches what eyes miss
Balance found in gravity's kiss
Film roll winds past frame twelve
Dandelion seeds ride wind shelves
Workshop smell of oil and pine
Your silhouette cuts boundary line
Wire and weeds in morning hush
Steel thread hums through evening brush
Camera catches what eyes miss
Balance found in gravity's kiss
No safety net below our feet
Just compost rich and root complete
Shutter snaps the breath between
Wire sings through grass and green
Morning coffee cold on concrete shelf
Watch her capture my strange self
Focus soft on callused thumb
Print develops, strangers come
Negative strips hang dry on twine
Your high wire world meets mine
Bus leaves dawn at six seventeen
Pocket holds what eyes have seen
Wire and weeds in morning hush
Steel thread hums through evening brush
Camera catches what eyes miss
Balance found in gravity's kiss
Wire and weeds, our quiet us
Steel and seed in gravity's trust
Shutter clicks, the wire hums
Two worlds balanced, morning comes
