One day
when I was
really young
I stole a caramel
from the store.
One of those
singly wrapped
brown cubes,
from out
of the display
case.
I put it
in my pocket,
feeling very
guilty
and excited.
Later on,
I ate it.
I suppose
I could have
taken many more
and gotten away
with it, but I
never stole
another caramel
after that.
The thrill was gone.
02/14/02