Conjunctions
Once we must have
looked through the same window.
Even though we had yet to meet
an image of us together slowly developed.
An inevitable coincidence
began to move into place.
Until (only yesterday)
the camera
became a second window for us.
There is a real photograph now.
We are looking into
the lens, we’re smiling
as if we had always known.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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