Thursday, November 26, 2015


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The Myth Unmasked
A Poem of Honorable Deception

Past midnight
And she glides silently
Through the sleeper's door
Like a ghost.
Her spidery hands
With a pickpocket's stealth
To take the smallest part
Of the child.
Something is gone
Replaced by a small tribute
To commerce,
Like a deposit
Against the years,
Awaiting discovery
Under the pillow.
Her covert act is kept secret
For ten thousand dawns;
Until the night
When her feeble hands
The box hidden away
In the nightstand
Where baby teeth
Are like small white stones;
A mother's memory of
Toothless grins.

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