Is This Good Read Count : 3

Category : Poems

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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.

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  • not bad

    Jan 17, 2019

  • Jan 18, 2019

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