light safely peers through the shades
at flip flops, a butterfly dress,
sandals ready to be ruffled by sand
light reaches and chases the pen
drawing glowing lines on a colorless round table
contrasting the stark kitchen
we have named our classroom
It dangles in marbled shadows
dancing with merriment
at the top of my page
Its glow extends over our arms
accentuating the fluctuating shades
in our human skin - but we never touch it
it's forcibly shut out by the permanent seal
of institutional windows
it is happy to live outside and shine over
our blank canvas - decorating us with
star patterns, darting pin drops, discreet
diamond shadows of its own design
light is the sun's apprentice
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