Inspection.
Its not that your not perfect.
The opposite actually
I want the one that’s different
With imperfection
No matter how I must get there
I need this to be true.
As I pluck a blade, and grab a branch
I throw a whisper of hope into the air to help me
Close my eyes,
And let the response take me over
I slowly raise the lids,
to reveal the perfect petals
Of a perfect daisy,
Perched in the cracks of stone
As sunlight hardly pierces the velvet feathers
The leaf hardly curled under
All signs showing vulnerability,
But without the slightest scratch
You wait
Mesmerized, I float to her, I hesitate to preserve the beauty
8-18-10
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