back to liquid
released from solidity
seen from below
the tugs look embroidered
onto the surface of the bay
tiny on that big water
fed by sixteen rivers
this is how the bay breathes
exhaling toward seaweed,
salinity, seals, and sharks
this is how the new
supersedes the old
awaiting evaporation
to be a mist rising
above its brothers
then a cloud, then snow
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This poem was written in response to Wordle 3 at a wordling whirl of Sundays.