CLOSE ENOUGH


    Like blushing,


    a crown of fears


    arched on your brow.


    Get in close, close enough to


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    see all the little folds,


    like laundry whipping


    on the line.


    If you look into the petals,


    you might see the red


    face of love or anger.


    You might see yourself,


    hiding the best from view.


    Turn and face it all.