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.