An old woman was in
the dream –
Her leathery skin brown
And yellow,
her dark eyes
Matching the black muslin
Frock she wore.
She looked like she was
Supposed to look:
A seer,
One who knows
Not all the answers
But only this one:
That the thief
Was a girl
From a nice family.
All that was missing
Was the box
Of cancelled stamps,
Torn from envelopes,
I glimpsed them
Before they were gone,
A gift from the grandmother
Who despised me:
Sometimes what is stolen
Stays with you too long.


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