Prism Poem by Phillip Erb
Prism
From colors three
Born is rainbow
Simple and alone
Mother and father
To 64 million
Sons and daughters
From these three
Which one stands?
Is he Grandfather,
Maybe he’s a she
Difference remains
Insubstantial as ever
From the moon’s perch
To the shadow of earth
One and four million
By sixty-four fold
Collide to form the perfect
Collage of personalities –
Descendents of light
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