I stole blackberries
and ran.
Up Broadway,
singing Joy to the World.
I passed Marcus,
gave him a highfive.
Sweating under coat,
I tossed them into my mouth.
Caught a cab
and headed to LaGuardia.
For the holidays,
I like to steal.
Hearts and fruits,
angels and sometimes books from the airport.
which will probably happen,
some fiction trash.
I will give to a hobo
when I land.
maybe it's going to fast,
this life.
wonder thumb,
under the sun.
roll the window down
on the airplane.