Wordle was my teacher
in the larger scheme of things.
My pants
in Nevada--
crazy crosswords going
every which way. Right on brother
sister and peace and joy and love.
No matter where
we saw the same Great Basin
and then suddenly didn't
mountains and their sage
getting in the way scratching.
Exactly like Wordle
but it isn't and then it is when
it isn't that's me walking with Dad
around the block and Shumagin
prancing his malamute dance
tail curling and cottonwoods shedding.
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