A color, a shape
Some irregularity
that alters my focus
Little things always noticed,
but never really seen

This is what I look for
through my lens

The hidden beauty
of roadside dust
and angleworm after rainfall
How the shadows
emphasize light
while my feet burns on
frying concrete
and the heat gives fuel
to my foolish dreams

Treasures I collect
as a counterweight
to your unbreachable fences
of perfect balance