Author Rae Armantrout 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. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments