Post Robbery Bliss

The tin can man had been duped
Watches, pearls, cashmere scarves
This was it
This was the jackpot
That would become a golden stepping stone
He could ensure the security of his family forever
But did he need them anymore?

They were a convenient mythology during the act itself
Now they were faded sources of vague irritation
This salesman could be free
Maybe he would toss them a scarf or two
Even a watch
Generosity could expand the heart across oceans
No need for letters
They would know he cared

Maybe tin can man would receive a letter
After all, he paid the price for all this luxury
What a sweet heart

A rhythmic robbery

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