I spoke
to past
lovers
today
dust settled
we talked
like old
friends
hatred anger
disappointments
evaporated
cleared like skies
after the storm
I’d like to think
that we can
at last
be children
again

His world
is seen through
a lens
which he clicks
and everything
is captured
like convicts
caught like salmon
stolen like treasures
he ensnares
the world
in his camera
showing images
to us
that we’d otherwise
never see