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'through windows, prism's hues' timothy r gates, 2/09/2009

Sunshine
through windows
prism's hues splendor
i, too, join Walt's hymn
'from pent up aching rivers'
clap for beauty, gender and genderless,
unrequited love
not so with this
day.

Dayspring
grimace's demise
Aquarius's dance, real
roses are red, violets are blue, sometimes,
thorns not hidden on a rose
these come gladly
as does the
morning's breeze, the
day.

Morningstar
skeptic's romantic's lens
opens a clear sky
divine intrusion gives a skipping skip
through the wood's leaves
their limbs raise, ours with theirs
peer through a peer's in-sight
'yes, i do re-member, the night too is
day.'