A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. The page is colored blue, yellow, and purple. There are images of face masks and theatrical masks on the page, as well as a cluster of eggs in grass and a bird holding a piece of paper. The words that aren't blocked out are circled in black pen..

By Marcia F. Brown, Smith Alum

Forth from their masks
from tears,
Health to emerge and joy, joy universal.
Only the good
purer, happier air.
imperfection’s murkiest cloud,
Darts forth
fashion’s discord
is heard
From some far shore
see the guiding thread so fine,
reality hast arrived.