A Star Rises.(poetry)(Poem)

 
A STAR RISES 
 
   Ah, pumpkin, 
   I remember you 
   when you were nothing 
   but a loud blooming 
   snaky climber 
   on the kitchen scrap heap 
   down the back. 
   But look at you now-- 
   sitting pretty 
   in your green marble skirt. 
 
   Once you were the meat 
   of Gulag stew; 
   the best you could be 
   was an extra 
   flanking a well-presented leg 
   on the big oval stage. 
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