Poetry
Rustling Urges
A little light larceny beckons
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
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