Anthony DiMichele
The Theft
the birds in the trees and a wind chime
in the slow breeze
that is exceptional in muting
our talking
quietly
the jaws relax
we float together on the flying moment
silenced and willing to go on
further into the day's magic
stolen by the theives of our days
and we feel we are stealing back
what was ours all along
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