Lens

I zoomed in,
saw the blur of brown skin,
a hue Iā€™d recognize
if the image was sharper.
I zoomed out
and saw the form
of a man:
a shape I would have known
had I been a bit closer.
I pulled away from the viewport
and put down the camera
that specializes in
a few too many megapixels.
Only then did I realize
that five feet away,
at the perfect distance,
stood the love my eyes had squinted at
through an unknowing lens.

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