The bus door folds you hit the wet curb
Halogen hum swallows every verb
Your lens finds focus in the steam
Anchor chain unspools a silver dream
You watch the anchor come undone
Beneath the fluorescent wash and spin
The rain writes rivers on the glass
You're standing where the night begins
Dryers tumble socks like tired dice
Coins drop slow in slots of ice
You frame the rust eating the chain
Each link lets go of holding rain
You watch the anchor come undone
Beneath the fluorescent wash and spin
The rain writes rivers on the glass
You're standing where the night begins
Shutter clicks the moment it gives way
Iron teeth release the clay
Water sheets across the parking lot
You're the only witness caught
You watch the anchor come undone
Beneath the fluorescent wash and spin
The rain writes rivers on the glass
You're standing where the night begins
Dawn bleeds pale through soap-slick windows
Anchor rests where gravel meets the shadows
Film advance lever winds the past
One frame holds the first and last
You watch the anchor come undone
Beneath the fluorescent wash and spin
The rain writes rivers on the glass
You're standing where the night begins
Shutter closes on the spin cycle
Anchor gone you keep walking
