Reckless Imprudence Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Cautiously meander around.
You do not walk
On the barbed fire, barefooted.
You calculate your gestures
And transform them into a patrician whim.
You cradled your nephew
Carefully, gently so as not to startle him
In his premature slumber.
You write in a cursive aesthetic,
Fastidiously, as if injecting the world
Into your tremulous caricature.
You veil yourself adeptly.
Hiding behind the corners of my
Obvious fears
And brazenly dancing among my
Blinded corners.
I can’t find you -
You are a vigilant rogue.
But then, come to think of it
You are not so careful after all.
You told me things
Like the pseudo-foreseeable future
That you make it appear like
Just another tulip-picking event.
You aren’t so wary at all.
Your words were prolix like
A bouquet of poorly sewn tulips -
They wither away
Whittling into a height
That scrapes the sky.
See, you are not that
Cautious at all.