“Mom, come!”
Joe, awed, pulled my arm.
Through the leafless branches,
The usually obscured neighbor’s house
Stood clear in the dawn light,
A fiery sword stood suspended above it,
Reminding me to be always on the lookout
For breakthroughs of glory,
And not immediately discover the prosaic explanation
Of a newly installed chimney shining in the sun.
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