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Rozm!chelle's Poetry

These are my words. They encircle me, in warm or cold weather, in the face of mean spirited or love flushed versions of me. Hear them, feel them, wear them, embrace them as I do. Only then will you understand their power and truly appreciate their value.

Tuesday, February 3, 2004

Lens

I
Zoomed in. Saw the
Blur
Of brown skin,
A hue I’d recognize if the image were
Sharper.
I zoomed out and saw the
Form of a man.
A shape I would have known
Had i
Been a bit closer.
I put down the
technology-driven machine
That specializes in
10.0
megapixels.
It was then I realized that
Five feet away,
At the perfect distance,
stood the love my eyes had squinted at
Through an unknowing lens.

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