moments of inno(sense?)

There have been numerous times in my life when I have made assumptions or reached conclusions that are both faulty and humorously naive.  See below for one such occasion that happened this week, and another that should be shared, just for good measure ---

Faulty assumption 1:
Approximate date: Junior year of high school
I purchased a shirt from Urban Outfitters that had the words "Gettin' Lucky in Kentucky" printed largely across the front, wrongly assuming that "Gettin' Lucky" referred to winning a few hands of poker.
Naively (and rather boldly), I wore a shirt with a sexual innuendo to school, church, the grocery store, not understanding why anyone might have a problem with it. I just thought the kelly green, stretchy tee looked cute with my blue jeans. I think it was a year later that my sister clued me in and I trashed the shirt.

Faulty assumption 2:
Approximate date: April 1-2, 2012
Upon hearing on the radio that there was traffic caused by "sun-spots," I excitedly told my fellow classmates about this new phenomenon where people were SO EXCITED by the sunshine that they slowed down so as to drive more slowly through these sections of road, basking in the warmth and beauty. A day later, I discovered that sunny spots actually cause traffic because people are forced to squint against the sun, causing them to drive more cautiously. BAH. My explanation was better.

Sestina

Those living on the black clean
Streets, families and men,
wake up today.
Early thoughts fall like snowflakes,
Gently.
By the door are boots.

Those with the heaviest boots
Leave the house with clean
Faces, close the door behind them gently.
They are working men.
Townsmen will have teeth like snowflakes
Because they made tubes of factory toothpaste today.

Mothers, too, work today,
brush dust under rugs, clean dirty boots,
and wish to be loved like snowflakes.
Sleeping dogs on hard, wood floors dream clean
Dreams. The women dream of the men
as they sweep into house-rooms gently.

Figured in peace gently,
It wanders, forms and falls today
on earth-dirt. Men
are glad that it is white, and clean, unlike boots.
The cold, wet, pure,
Four-thousand trillion snowflakes.

The children dance amidst snowflakes -
Bounding, diving, gently,
with purple mountain air to clean
their complexions. Play outdoors today,
or do nothing. Kick your boots
for the whimsy of young women and men.

The children await the men.
They run home with snowflakes
for noses, run towards the boots
moving up the walk. Mothers gently
whisk them in. All rose-cheeked today,
greeting smiles shine purely.

The clean ending of each man’s day today:
together watching earth-bound snowflakes gently fall on tired, brown boots.




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From senior year poetry class. Just for fun.