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Poetry

Rustling Urges

A little light larceny beckons

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Something stirs me to steal The succulents of strangers No idle urge I yearn to snip clippings Without license Because You know, I’m shy Plus — Where’s the fun in asking?

My compulsion is restrained Plush plants near the sidewalk That sort of thing

Are succulents a gateway? Cacti beckon, but no cuttings I’d have to have the whole Before long, shrubbery And then things get serious

©2020, Denise Shelton. All rights reserved.

If you liked this, please visit my website. You can sign up for my monthly newsletter here. Thanks for reading!

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