Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Until the first fruit appeared
a confiding soul, though gullible
could be justifiably taken in
confused, unalarmed without
closer inspection, as leaves
and flowers so closely resembled
each other, inadvertent error
the wild weed whose seeds
were tiny, dormant in the soil
one would be unaware
and those of the sweet green pepper
that I had so carefully prepared.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 8/17/2013