Boxes

The rooms
will change.

With the old
clear of items,

the new will
be filled soon.

The new and
old bring joy.

Mask I Do Not Wear

The mask lies away, hidden from view,
lying away in a deep hue of blue.
The idea of putting it on
will never cross my mind
as there lays the mask I will not don.

To wear the mask would defile
my face with its wretched vile.
The wearing of the mask would raze
myself like a tsunami does a village

So then the mask lies there.
The two of us never a pair.