the fruit of shutter speed
one trip of many
we stopped to take a picture
of an old abandoned building
off the main road in the sunlight
with timbers falling the sun shinned through
you'd never know by looking
at the black and white photo
the sand keeps turning
though the structure isn't standing
being brave in the ambient change
remembering the sights that remain
if only for a little while
i can swim in this memory
with my eyes shut and floating
on the reminiscent ocean
I am a minor bird
hearing the deafening sound
and silent is my song
the wrong key upsets the slightest will
it's my fault all along
the sea is gone from where i land
the earth hot where i touch the sand
feels like a triumph
when all we have are pictures
of broken buildings
no longer plumb