Relative Something

It’s Friday of Labor Day weekend! What’s in it for you? Me, I’m hoping to get on the road before the peak rush-hour crunch and Cyndie and I will head up to our favorite getaway in northern Wisconsin. We’ll take her convertible so my car can rest for the weekend to compose itself after all it went through yesterday at the shop. Turned out that it was the drain plug, after all. They loosened it up a bit and then snugged it back down tight and with that, solved the big leak mystery. I’m a bit embarrassed but had a good laugh with the guys over it. I told them that I didn’t want to have to lay down on my dirty garage floor. That’s what I pay them to do. Except they don’t. Lay down on the floor, that is. They’ve got the fancy lift that puts the car at just the right height. If I had one of those, I would have taken care of the leak myself.

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If I could see around the corner

I would tell you what I see

but it wouldn’t really matter

cuz we’re different, you and me

and that memory that I harbor

I have shaped it as I’ve grown

so you wouldn’t even know it

as the one you’d call your own

we’ve gone our separate ways

and our lives are worlds apart

there’s a picture that I cherish

in my mind but from my heart

a collage I built of you

for which you never posed

created for myself

from the you I had supposed

would maybe somehow matter

as I tried to find my way

around my inner corners

and to this light of day

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