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.