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When I steal, I steal big.
I steal the spring
And the birth of flowers.
I capture the giving,
A child’s crush—
Innocent and generous.

Reckless as a clever symphony
designed by the clash of wind and sun
he dances immobile, dazzling,
on this fixture of frail smoke.

Lily had not come to the smoke shop for many months, he had not returned to the café. She had left him to drown or rescue himself and he was still unsure which he would choose.

Mischief, watch your back!

We do not ignore the anxieties. We do not dismiss the darkness. We do not give a cold shoulder to the mayhem or brush off the mischief.

He orders himself a Mexican scramble on tortillas with black beans with a side of bacon, toast and homefries and a can of warm cocacola.