When I was in college, I was introduced to the number 42. At the time, I didn't know diddly that 42 was, in fact, the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything. I only knew that, once informed of the existence of 42, I saw the damn number everywhere.
Of course, I didn't really see the number everywhere. I was just hyper-aware of it, so wherever and whenever I encountered it, I shouted triumphantly, "42!" [Don't worry, I only shouted aloud when I was with another cult member.]
In a post yesterday, I described an incident at school involving a blue Prius. When I first heard the car involved was a blue Prius, I thought for sure it would be easy to track down. I mean, I'd seen tons of the earth tone Prius like my friend drove. I'd never, ever noticed a blue Prius.
They're freakin' everywhere, folks.
And, apparently, so is "blue." That color has been worked into far too many news accounts and casual conversations and haiku prompts over the last few days for my comfort. I mean, seriously, WTH? [I'd say WTF, but I know there are sensitive poets potentially here.]
A wholly unrelated lead-in to this week's 'ku.
My faded denims
harbor too many secrets.
Bury them with me.
Now, head on over to the blue folks at One Single Impression.