A window captures the air outside
it brings it in, it blows around.
A lense opens to reveal a moment
discovered, to keep and savor,
perhaps to share.

A window frames a view,
as does a snapshot, one is
alive,
the other once lived.

I have a fossil, I found myself
in a creek bed in California,
you'd think I'd found gold, as I
held up my treasure and glowed.

My fossil is of a shell shape,
it has waves in it,
it once had life cradled in it's bed,
a shadow of it's existence
is now my fossil in a glass box.

A window opens to a wide open world
A lens captures it in time,
a capsule of existence, once lived
Or, like the window, time in the present
perhaps, something to share in the moment.

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