Conjunctions
We must have
looked through the same window.
Though we had yet to meet
an image developed
a reality fleshed out
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
as if we had always known.
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