a thief in the night
remember way back when
making noise with anything
we could get our hands on
seems I’m still trying to do that
without even realizing
out back in the sandbox
sometimes we play nice
sometimes not so much
depending upon
what’s up for grabs
oh how I cried when my
queen conch was stolen
in broad daylight
her smile and stories
stripped away in a heartbeat
fast forwarding into a future
where the night remains fixed
I find comfort knowing
so too will the moon
and all she has to hide
may two thousand nineteen
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So cool. Love the last two stanzas especially.
thanks so much, Shawna