Dear Coffee Shop:

I confess.  I stole your peonies and the last true lilacs of the year.  It broke my heart to see them nodding, to the dirt, heavy with their own incalculable extravagance.  I brought them home and marveled from the other side of the glass at what can never be mine – or yours.

No, I am not sorry I am a thief.  I only stole for love, and anyway – you’re welcome.