do you ever ask yourself
if something is
too perfect?
like when the
sun filters through
the leaves of a maple tree
just right,
and you can see
flecks of shadow
spilling onto yourself?
or when you see
a certain flower
for the first time,
and somehow note to yourself
that the petals make
such flawless circles
you wish you could
take a mental picture
of them
to keep in
your pocket
to remind you to smile?
or when you're sitting
next to me,
and remember that we don't
fight,
or argue,
or insult,
or disagree,
or disrespect -
don't have to fix
how we react to each other,
because how we see
one another
isn't broken.
or are those
perfect things
empty,
boring,
lacking -
simply uninteresting
to you?
because in those
perfect things,
there is nothing
to improve.