Bait
When the bait is right anything can find you
Freshly baked cookies wafting
Under the noses of small children,
A five dollar bill strategically placed
Behind one’s chair; a police sting,
Pheromones oozing from sweaty pores
Like a bugling wapiti cow calling
The herd bull to a mating.
Last night when you slammed the phone
I panicked and just had to see you again.
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