My Camera
My camera is an
extension of me.
It lets me share
the things I see.
The drying bloom
hugs a bud.
Two trees form a
pair of parentheses.
Reflections in the water,
shadows on the ground.
The moon when it decides
to stay out until noon.
My camera helps me
show off my nature.
The prompt was to make an object the title of the poem.
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