Poem: The Shutter
Author: Erundur Anwamehtar
From the west the sun comes
backwards to reach my eyes and shout
“I am fading and soon will reveal
nothing; you will see
nothing.”
I run inside to grab
my camera. It captures
the light’s remains. Picture
one last picture.
It’s all you get
to keep, but it’s an image
you’ll never see.