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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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