Six Haiku Poems: Thou Shalt Not Steal
I grabbed the apple.
From the neighbor’s tree, it hung-
too ripe to ignore.
I see you there, thief.
Mr. Jones’ silhouette flinched.
He grasped his cane tight.
Oh, this juicy treat!
Where can I conceal my sin?
My mouth whispered, Here.
Parted my mouth wide
with tongue wrapped around the orb.
The snake in me cheered.
Slid down my throat whole –
enlarged my Adams Apple.
Damn that Granny Smith.
I heard my skull crack.
Mr. Jones wiped his cane clean.
No more stealing fruits!
Haiku poems by Karina Pinella and Poet Rummager
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