In front of the craft shop,
a small nativity,
mother, baby, sheep
made of white
and blue balloons.
                  *
Sky
           god
                      girl.
Pick out the one
that doesn't belong.
                  *
Some thing
close to nothing
                               flat
from which,
fatherless,
everything has come.                
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