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I struggled to write a bit today. So much life. So many concerns. So many responsibilities. So few moments to myself where I can actually create.

I knew I wanted to use my Jiminy Cricket figurine for some reason, but hours went by with no connection. Then I remembered my OTHER Jiminy, the one with a broken foot. Once the second “conscience” came to the fore, within minutes today’s short poem arrived…

Two Views of Jiminy

consciences, like figurines
can appear clear when generalized
but more colorfully accurate when truth is added