The whiny, shrill voice could be heard
jumping right out from the words of
the e-mail addressed to one but copied
to the cosmos, over and over and over.
Little kids running for home and safety
but turning, holding hands up to ears
thumbs in and fingers wagging, “Na,
na, na, na, na.” The voice won’t stop.
Delete, trash, empty trash. We all have
to take out the trash. It’s Thursday; time
to take out the trash. Close the lid; put
a brick on it. Pray the collector comes.
bobdahl 
How did you know I was trashing today?
Like your take “copied to the cosmos” esp., but my Apple shows “deleted” as just a click away…Cleaning my contacts (list of) by purging all the people my friend Elly in Eugene OR mails to weekly. How ever did they leap the cyberfence?
Next year you must come visit the hacienda we booked for a song, Jan 4-May 4. Flexible dates, perhaps: the doc couple living there has extended stay incrementally to a year – building retirement home in Rio Rancho. Both places are outside ABQ. Corrales has horse farms, vineyards, 80 artists’ studios open last weekend (which we missed, but went to another such on Turquoise Trail.)
We leave for Krazy Kondo bcuz of May 16 wedding (o, yay) nr. Three Rivers, so will scope out DeMotte rellies, then go UP thru WI where Steve has family in Mequon…lotsa family! Figuring out how to get non-responsive Mike on Blue Star Hwy. Saugatuck’s Amsterdam (antiques, junk) to deliver a chest they measured wrong–didn’t get it to us after April purchase. By check cashed next day:< /
Rain excuses, etc. Our car a tad too small for its flared legs.d