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only some lilting waltz could narrate
my ascent into sky
on the swinging blue chair
where I sat, wrapped up
like an old Egyptian king.
snowflakes drifted

and drifted and
caught on my dangling skis
as I told dad I couldn’t
feel my fingers and he said
hang in there now, we’re
close, we’re close

and standing unsteadily
on my two enormous feet
like rafts floating on a sea
of snow, and gliding ghostly
at dizzying heights, cloud swirled
and spun me a cocoon of heaven