from Cora Fry by Rosellen Brown

I have a neighbor
who is always deep
in a book or two.

High tides of clutter
rise in her kitchen.

Which last longer, words,
words in her bent head,
or the clean spaces

between one perfect
dusting and the next?

I accidentally shoplifted a loaf of cinnamon challah bread today. I swear, it was an ACCIDENT. Had it in the crook of my arm, paid for other items, walked out, drove home, ate some and then finally realized the crime that I committed.

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