Being from here and returning, a thief
Recognizes the structure through change
And complies, stealing quietly about
Among our houses and lawns, courting
The old gods with supplications
Dragging his lamed leg, his face
Shiny coming through the bushes.
He intends to get back in.
The child has left the window open.
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