The Thief Still Enters

      The Thief Still Enters 

It must happen late at night,

while I am sleeping, the thief 

has found a way to get past 

both window lock and prayers. 

Is it my fault that I have found 

long lost sleep to deepen 

my night’s reverie?

If not for my ecstatic dance, 

eyes gently shut, into the wee 

hours of not yet morning,

I might have caught onto the 

thief, committing felonious acts 

to rob me of that which is most 

precious. Thank goodness, 

this thief has not made it into 

the kitchen to raid my larder.

For now, my Bing cherries 

and Greek yogurt are safe.

©Paul Goldman April 19, 2022

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