Thief in the street

When all the others were asleep
Eponymously ,mom and I were
One  to one with a thief in street
Who was making a hole in wall.

Her voice returned hole quickly
Across  sleep’s weighty silence, 
To the thief who broke sounds
In our sleeps waking our fears.

Mother and thief are now holes
In a vast silence of their nights.
We are waiting to be our holes.

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