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Four Surprises

carrying that sled

uphill for so long, I forgot

it was for riding

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shedding the roof

when the house no longer fits—

now nothing between us and the stars

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but I miss the weight

say the hands, too free after

setting down the stone chest

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running full speed

into my own fear, I ricochet

into the arms of god

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