Spring Cleaning
I've been skipping the sidewalks
of my latter poems,
inhaling jasmine
with open lungs-
but sneering at imagery flaws
with a certain hostility
bullies claim
cursing at fallen language,
snubbing punctuation
then suddenly, quite unexpectedly
it bloomed in me,
perfection will always be over there
just ten spaces away
from pen's reach
So I succumb to humility
and adore the cracks
my heart so carefully construed
with her bare hands
yes, falws and all
Copyright © Melissa Wadkins Patterson | Year Posted 2009
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