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Sorrel
I waited
until summer
watching them grow
seeds I'd stored in a jar
fresh & French & free
to become the bitterest
Crane River leaves
shouting from a blue bowl
the soup of envy
stewed green
my arrows supped
sour and alone
Published 30th Jul 2010
| Edited 26th Jul 2013
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