Relative Something

I can’t help it. Even though I didn’t find the article that Judy remembers and that I have been looking for, I now have the premise on which it was based skipping around in my head like a happy little kid who doesn’t realize he is lost. What a mess. But that’s okay. A mess is what happens right before you get things organized.

What I was trying to convey, as far as I can recall, involved an end result of getting organized, even though I don’t believe it was the primary point. I don’t know if I can get away with trying to write it again, seeing as how I haven’t achieved a level of organization that would allow me to find the original article in the first place. Seems to me there may be something of a credibility issue.

When all else fails, you will find me resorting to creative writing. I find it is much more forgiving in terms of credibility and organization.

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when you suddenly discover
the sprinkler is still on
while the late summer rain
falls on again off again
in pulsating sheets
there is some sort of synchronicity
with the rest of your day
that is suitably entwined
and you can’t help but laugh
at this and everything else
as your neighbors drive past
glancing askance
from appropriate distance

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