pictured words

a simple pairing of pictures and poetry

Photo by Marie Elena Good

I prefer my sun
Filtered through dense forest pines;
The air I breathe, chilled.

Photo by Keith R. Good

I prefer water
Falling, or babbling in brooks,
To crashing on shore.

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There’s only one way
To know ourselves and others:
Eliminate masks.

FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018, DAY 12: COSTUME