Shutter Speed
shutter blink shutter speed
hold still i say, i will get the poloroid.
shutter catch, shutter hold,
some faithful happy side.
there is a golden resin in the air
and it settles in still time on
square shells.
thumbtacks and window light catalouge
are bright faces down the hall.
such a silly merchant desire kept
in are eyes still unfocused.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2012
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