Yesterday, I lost my postcard poem.
30th in the 2011 series. Damn well know
I saved it. Such actions are automatic
after years working with words, even if
you're running out the door.
between keystroke and hard drive
command was lost or garbled.
Horror discovered later
when seeking to post poem
on twitter and Facebook
to earn a few measly cents
for day's poetic effort.
Search proves useless
as far as incommunicado poem goes,
but thankfully finds some lost fiction.
Poem later located
in car of assistant I'm for once
glad was lazy in timely mailing.