the last honest thief

the last honest thief poem by steven james humphreys

the baby cries

in a handbasket

for its mother’s love.

imprisoned leaves

like chocolate drops

are those bitter pills we swallow

a most honorable thievery hollow

which broken hearts grieve

in standing reprieve

while a cat sits on

his window sill

stroked by the last honest thief

who looks out to the warming sun

planning his next

heist in a nearby city park

victimizing hapless souls

he believes

are

his

‘flies

trapped

in the

spider

web

of his own making’.

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