Finding the Stash
Before the painters came, I pulled
Each picture from the wall
And stashed them every place I could,
Most anywhere at all.
And now the painting’s finished
So I’m searching high and low
For where I put some things away -
I honestly don’t know.
Exhaustion’s gotten in the way –
I’m calling it a night.
Tomorrow when I fish around,
I hope to get a bite.
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