Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I confess,
I had to steal English
because what I had
was never enough.
The sly taking
started as a word here,
a word there.
It was easy.
I slipped words
into my pockets,
my crime unnoticed
as the precious palabras
spilled out
of unguarded mouths,
and when they were left behind
like empty glasses and china
after a banquet,
or like familiar jewelry
the everyday gold
tossed anywhere
at bedtime.