And A Sneak Thief Poem by James McLain

and a sneak thief
is it not
but a preview
of limbs heavy
apple fruit
mixed not with an
orange
but how they do
when you see what i see
because it was you
who put them there
so i would know what you grow
and yes the beat of all beats
from which comes the sugar
and over the counter
it's measured
and when
i am left defenseless from
for they are as you know i would
see them as
waiting to be picked
and between the valley
a mountain may rest
but the water runs off to the sea.