Tagged: inspection

mama’s azalea

mama’s azalea
bushes line up for winter’s
inspection, a cool

nudge before a dramatic
entrance, blushing towards the light
.
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one spoiled, one ripe, one

one spoiled, one ripe, one
not quite – mom and i weighed the
first three figs of the

season, after circling
the tree for a juicy poem
.
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maybe upon closer

maybe upon closer
inspection,
there will be hints
that we are about
to spiral –
yes, come even
closer, don’t say
we didn’t warn you
.
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here we are, under

here we are, under
close inspection, even closer,
taunting us to burst
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: inspection

on closer inspection,

on closer inspection,
we all reach out
similarly,
with something to
give, something to
take, and always,
with something lonely
for something that
will make us
even lonelier
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: lonelier

nine times out of

nine times out of
ten, we approach each
other without knowing
the mettle of which
we are made. even
after years of testing
one another,
acknowledging as many
variables as our hearts
can hold, we will stumble
upon the end of
things and realize
that we failed to detect
the significance of one or
more properties,
overlooked the
hard spots that
we thought were
holding us together
.
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the things that

the things that
hold us
up often
have a mean
streak –
just when we
are most
secure, reclining
in the beam of
assertion, we are
no sooner
overturned,
dazed, under
inspection
.
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a closer inspection

a closer inspection
on the finer things
reveals a gap –
a loss of words,
a chink in the armor,
a tilt misplaced –
on the corner of
living and living it up,
the coast is not
clear, and it will
have to be awhile
before you can
head home again
.
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three-hundred-

three-hundred-
and-sixty-five
days, we drift
in and out of
fixed kisses,
a steady
routine –

at the threshold,
before bedtime,
on birthdays,
under the
mistletoe, and
still, in
gratitude –

but at closer
inspection,
we do not
recognize each
other in each other,
and we have
stopped trying
.
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