Sweetness seizes and surprises me
With a grip as vise-like and sudden
As any sorrow: the sight
At twilight of Sarah laughing, running
Toward me, our baby Sequoia over one slender shoulder,
Baby giggling madly, fat arms out flopping,
Like some chubby cartoon airplane,
Flying down a canyon road,
A vision brief but overwhelming,
That this is my life, a simple birthday celebration
In dragon mountains' dark blue air
Where my wife and daughter play.
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