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Leap, captain!
The sad people guard and buy,
guard and buy on the street
and in the firehouse.
They brave the danger.
Up the firemen go,
mouth-to-mouth in pay rings.
Years and the engine is bumpy.
On fire: a dog, a fish, the gift in the mail.
We just needed the light, the pie.
Don't take a jet to find a key.
Find a rabbit on the bus.
The sun hammers my mother,
needles her to make a turtle dish.
I sit in the chair with monkey teeth.
I claw and whistle and flower. I
store pliers in her shoe and slide over
to a star who blows a peach into the globe.