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FORCING FRUIT
Carrie Michael
Just so you know
I have not yet begun.
Earthly life has only seen
A sprinkle of me
Only heard
My softest feathers falling
Felt
My brush against its skin
Like silk.
My beginnings
Will slowly seep into the soil
And cling to the needy
Roots
Feeding vine
Forcing Fruit
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