To Catch a Thief
I like to think the burglars of the past
All felt like me: That after the cutlery
Was stored away, the candles doused,
The band sent home, the maitre d’
Alone and with a water glass
Of Armagnac, the boulevards
All empty save the yowling cats,
Fat men asleep and dreaming of good cards,
Young women cleansed of painted selves,
And one, that maybe even thieves could love,
Asleep in tangled sheets, they calmly steal
Past balconies and take to tiled roofs
On crepe-soled shoes, the night above
Almost too lustrous to be real.
Peter Swanson’s poems, stories and reviews have appeared in such journals as The Atlantic, Asimov’s Science Fiction, Epoch, Measure, Notre Dame Review, Slant Magazine, Soundings East, Rattapallax, and The Vocabula Review. He is currently completing a sonnet sequence on all 53 of Alfred Hitchcock’s films, and his debut novel, The Girl With a Clock for a Heart, was published by William Morrow in February of 2014. He lives with his wife and cat in Somerville, Massachusetts.