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Ripening
by Kathy Lohrum Cotton
Not the apple,
but the ripening.
Shy blossom becoming
a hard green knot.
Rouged and blushed,
a weighty sweetness
separating stem from bough.
Free fall.
Softening.
Dust.
I am not an old woman,
but a girl,
ripening.
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