Poetry

Rustling Urges

A little light larceny beckons

Photo by Yen Vu on Unsplash

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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