Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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
And brazenly dancing among my
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.
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