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.
Such gorgeous flowers !