Taking inventory.
Counting the telephone poles.
What I do every morning.
Counting the telephone poles.
What I do every morning.
Making a foray
into my Facebook world,
taking inventory
into my Facebook world,
taking inventory
of words that might be out
there,
like mine, with modest goals.
But this morning
like mine, with modest goals.
But this morning
some words went missing—
I was reading them, then they were gone.
So I fear my inventory
I was reading them, then they were gone.
So I fear my inventory
count is wrong
(my log book’s very messy).
Never mind, they were just moved to another
(my log book’s very messy).
Never mind, they were just moved to another
location while I wasn’t looking—
inattentive janitor,
taking inventory.
What I do every morning.
inattentive janitor,
taking inventory.
What I do every morning.
