the leaf corkscrews twisting light a falling flicker was Cerberus born with three heads? or did more grow as life tossed him more to snarl at? an orange flower trumpet on a gust of breeze bedecks the dog's soft, white ear did Medusa always have snake hair? or did her brain revolt - every loved one turned to stone by her gaze? the children take turns to fall backwards off a floating donut puffing and shouting my eyes graze the scene both inward and outward waiting for something to blossom.