Like A Thief

by Samuel De Lemos

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Behind my house
my neighbor
delicately
tends her garden.

Her labor and
yearly dedication,
to grow lovely flowers
brings me sensual joy.

The rich pink
blossoms and
ruby red roses—
framed by a
yellow lemon tree,
from my back window
every morning—
in a voyeuristic
fringe—
thoroughly
captivates my
imagination.

How can I deprive my senses?

I can’t—I steal
glances,
like a common thief,
enjoying them
as my own.