The Perseverance Of Easter Poem by Colin Gilbert

Every year
this day

children search

under bushes
behind
signs within the church.

They unfold
their worlds
for everything

their parents have hidden from them.

Colorful prizes
await the most fortunate

energetic youth.
I see them
grow nebula
in each planned discovery.

I wonder

if some will
tire of the hunt if
over time their baskets will fill

shrink to satisfaction
or spill. I have

dropped things. When I leave
this world
I will do so

still searching.

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