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sprinting to disparage
that forlorn basket
of its tiny treasures
she first spies
she carefully speculates
she then pinches
while contemplating
the risk
to fulfill the wish
of her latest
confiscator's pleasure
that tangy yellow gold
packaged so deceptively
in a container no larger than
a dessert wafer
as subtle as a newly mopped
surface she then back steps
smiling all a chatter with the clerk
so ignorantly behind the counter
offering assistance to any passer by
in need of it
she then ever so slyly pulls out
her favorite and most often effective ploy
that sweet oh could you please be so kind
as to tell me how much that avocado salad
spread is over there
in that sweet but harmless
elderly woman's voice
diverting the clerk's helpful attention away from
her swift pocketing of her desired condiment
contraband
upon the clerk's chipper helpful reply
the sweet elderly lady demeanor
slithers back behind that mask
of oh I just couldn't buy
not for that price
and The unsuspected Mustard Thief
makes her way back to the safety
of her haphazard shopping cart
filled with an array of hodge podge
grocery items
with the deed done
is time to escape the scene of the crime
for the nearest check out line
eleven minutes elapse
and I laugh to myself as I load my own
groceries into the trunk of a least likely
looking get away car
again yet another mustard heist
successfully completed.................
(March 16, 2010 806pm)