“The Polaroid camera sat on display pleading to be used, / It itched to capture the colors of the rising sun. / It longed for a chance to snap the wind”
The Polaroid camera sat on display pleading to be used,
It itched to capture the colors of the rising sun.
It longed for a chance to snap the wind
rustling the leaves of a scarlet oak tree,
or shoot droplets on a leaf after a rainy day.
The camera was hungry for a chance.
To grasp the gleaming sun through the red and orange autumn leaves
would be the opportunity that the camera is waiting for.
