I see you
baby persimmon
behind the veined curtain
of your tree's leaves
like a young actor
in the wings
readying yourself
for your big scene.
Vanity is not yet
in your repertoire.
That will change though
when you become
more seasoned,
when the fruits
of your labor
are on full display
and the true thespian
in you
takes
center stage.
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