Poem of the Week-Remote

The grey remote clicker disappeared

Floating in my hybrid

Last used to enter the condo garage

The black clanging gate opened

My fortress exposed

The car search found

A .99 cent receipts

A white plastic spoon saran wrapped

A blue filtered pen

A corning ware glass cover

So many “A”’s.

No automated distant battery

No seclusion or collusion

No isolation

The tower lock is broken

Require Sherlock for mystery resolution

 

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