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The Return of the Thieves

It is said they never really left, still
lurk unnoticed for a spell behind tall
flower vases, in hotel lobbies and mall
entrances. They smile like true natives.

They point with their lips. Or are these
just pursed so the accounts stay hermetic?
Sometimes you can't tell, when a spray
of fern or orchid occults their faces.

In revolt your struggling powers
of identification turn you side to side.
It is as if you are whispering,
when all around, the din discloses

only indifference. Ahh, the usual suspects.
Cameo roles in another saga of revelation.

© Alfred A. Yuson

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