Camera Lens II

In a film camera lens In surprise parties thrown In torn Jean jackets In braided hair In sweat shed in summer In feet wet with dew I put in a siren and turned it on mute And in attendance of these times, I'm sorry if I seemed unable to move Unable to speak Unable to breathe It's not unlike the time you called my name And it's not unlike the time you pulled away It's knowing you aren't pitiful and worthless In a film camera lens In seeds I have sown In rooms filled with silence In hands of care My feet wet with summer My eyes filled with dew I turned off my siren and put it on you