"Git Back Here"

“That don’t belong to you,”
She shouts,
Exasperated,
Her half-buttoned blouse blowing in the breeze.
She slams the screen-door shut,
Storming out onto the front porch.
“Git back here you dumb boy!”
But I’m already halfway down the street.
Is it really stealing
If they’ve already taken
Everything that belongs to you?
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published Feb. 2012.