Pants Pockets

I have been working in the downtown district of Dallas for many weeks.

This has involved entering a building daily that has a metal detector.

I must empty my pants pockets each time.

Before doing this I was not as aware of all the little items I carry.

The security guard and I see these each time.

More than half the time there is a bit of trash in my pocket.

Usually that is because I have a habit of sucking on hard caramels.

When a trash can is not handy then the wrapper goes into my pocket.

The modest bits of cloth attached to my pants are yet another silent servant.

I see you there silent servant.