Reservoir

Circling my car
around the reservoir
polluted by capers
and running on vapors

50/365

A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…

The AI rendered this poem as an odd-looking person in a blue coat or dress standing on the edge of a retaining wall that separates a deep body of water from a flat bank, facing a black four-door sedan.