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Jul 2015
i placed red flags
around the old self
and quarantined my
old life, so maybe that
is why he doesn't come

as if to say, no, not yet,
you aren't quite ripe
too small on the vine
a bud, firm within
the tangles, solidly
green and sour
I'm working on it



I'm working on it.
(c) Brooke Otto 2015
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