Fourteen To Go
Fourteen to go, he says.
I hear it and smile.
I am one of the fourteen.
Or maybe not.
Maybe they forgot me
and that is okay.
I do not mind.
I have been forgotten before today.
He is the IT from central headquarters.
He is replacing all of our computers with new ones.
Or maybe not all, maybe just some.
No one knows except him.
He has not shown us the list.
I am okay either way.
I am flexible.
But I already know how to use this one.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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