Poetry Challenge Day 324 (Wed Aug 24)
I’m in my favorite bookstore.
For some reason I set my wallet down,
I’m not entirely sure why.
I get up to the counter to pay
for my selection and I realize
my wallet is missing.
I tell the person helping me that I have
to drive back to the last place
I was to look for my wallet…
So that’s what I do.
Three days later after cancelling
every card I have, I get a call
from the bookstore…
“We have your wallet here…”
If your going to be dumb,
you have to be tough.