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Apr 2016
you can tell when someone
has never stroked curly hair--
never pinched a sea wave between
their fingers, been gridlocked on
a Sunday, never been held in place
by a ringlet, blissfully stranded in a
net like a fish, wide-eyed and gasping
fully expectant of what's to Come.
Journal Poem.

(c) Brooke Otto 2016
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