Transfer Fail

It wasn’t till I reached into my pack
to pull my wallet for the snacks in hand,
that I perceived its absence. Round my back
an empty pocket made me understand
I had no wherewithal. But from my stand
I didn’t fret. I felt surprised with calm.
Near certain I’d not transferred it as planned,
I simply moved those snacks to shelf from palm.

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