Stolen

Moving swiftly

I slipped into the back door

Of the diner,

And pulled a can of fruit

From the shelf.

I knew 

To focus

On the task

At hand.

Sliding back out,

I made a clanging,

Startling the chef.

For a minute

I stood,

Gazing at

The look

On his face,

And ran.

The End

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