I don't take vegetables and fruit, though I am tempted. I don't cut flowers, though I would like to. I don't even snip a few herbs, though I imagine a tasty dinner.
I steal silence, insects, petal, leaf, light. I take the buzz of color and a few snaps on a memory card.
Today, I robbed J's garden, letting myself in the side gate. (Oh, I tried to open her door first and call, but found it locked. Since she has no doorbell, I sneaked round back.) Frogs plopped into her pond before I saw them and led me to the Cardinal Flower fallen across the water, wearing afternoon like a Liberty of London floral print.
All was lost.
Temptation reared its head, and I confess I surrendered.
Forgive me, please.
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