on the face of things

by LJ Frank

Some Spring mornings are chillier than others. Yesterday morning was no exception. With a gentle wind blowing in across the harbor, I decided to retrieve a pot of water.

Fresh water shouldn’t have an odor nor be somewhat foul-tasting. I fed a couple words to my AI that I have bestowed the nom de plume, Arya Indigo, to write some haiku like poetry to test the new program. A few moments later the following appeared on my screen. Simple. Direct. That’s how experiments begin.

Colorful algae blooms

purple, red, pink, and green

infusions of the toxic

and forever chemicals

drink in moderation.

Thoughtful. Contemplating asking for an essay on the future of human beings.