Permission to Steal—Granted or Denied

I need some midnight
oil. So you say:

This is my dream property. Hands off.

What my fingertips won’t reach
my imagination strokes. Alert in the dark,

these invisible invaders take

everything and clear
the path for you

to make more. Dream on.

Poets Were Reciting in the Month of August

So concerned with giving
credit where laws say
it’s due, she forgets what she intended

to steal—loses
the pearl in its muck.