This must be the gate to Easter:
just grab the latch and pull.
All the signs are there --
the colors,
the invitation,
the promise --
But why do we NEED a gate?
And why is there a fence to keep us out?
I am standing on this threshold,
longing for those sweet pear yellows,
Hungry for the crossing to be over.
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