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I am from crab grass, Green clippings begged from neighbors. Planted and watered, tended To make a lawn. I am from coleus, fuschia and emerald, From coxcomb, fuzzy and ticklish, From zennias in the middle and Hollyhocks in the back. I am from Sunday School in pinafores, From black patent Mary Janes, From the Old Rugged Cross, And Praise the Lord, Amen. I am from Sunday solos in quavery voice, From Vacation Bible School verses, Learned and rewarded with plaster fruit, And a zippered White Bib...

1: Fire crackles and roars, A cacaphony of male lions. It hungrily consumes All that lies in its path. Settling down for an after-lunch nap, It snorts and whimpers, Embers for another feast. 2: Fire dances in the breeze, A doll in a music box. She wavers to and fro On her thin wick-pedestal, Hearing music too quiet For our ears. At the end, a bow. Then, poof! She's gone.