Riding into work today, I realized I
was humming that song about the
birds and the bees and the flowers
and the trees, and the Big Rock
Candy Mountain.
Later as I looked for the lyrics
to my morning song, I found that
the Big Rock Candy Mountain
is not part of the birds and the bees song.
I’m sure these songs which rise up in
me early in the morning tell me
about my day, so I’m not sure
how to take the latest song which
popped into my head in the last five
minutes, “Good-bye, Joe, you’ve
got to go, to the bayou.”, realizing
later that those weren't the lyrics either.
I’m certainly glad I already saw
my therapist this week or we would
spend the whole session on the birds
and the bees and the Big Rock Candy
Mountain. I can only imagine how
she'd want to explore that one.
Way too transparent for my
taste.
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