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written by: Laurie Kuntz



In our labyrinth life, this month,
it is Wordle, a game of chance
and language, which connects us.

Yet, we are always in chance’s clutches
with how we choose to speak
each day finding a word that is hidden
in single letter clues…

I am always close,
picking vowels and consonant blends,
like snipping yellow wildflowers,
for a bouquet of meaning.

Today’s word, found in digs and repairs
is one we hardly use,
yet it defines all that remains.

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