Why? Because J. Michael e.mailed me yesterday that the three dots in the lower one represent "s" in Morse code. (Thanks for visiting, J. Michael!) At first, this bothered me. "Sewer?" Who wants a poem about a sewer? And the background struck as unsewagely beautiful! The "s" makes the title fit, though. On further thought, I reversed my position: sewers are actually wonderful, recycling systems, full of flow, and otherlife. And the dots work as a side-view of sewer-grates. My previous take is not knocked out, either: meaning can still be dotting into a kind of waste--ewered waste.

So, once again, I get updated, which is fine with me. The big joke on me is that I find out the piece is partly a cryptographic poem, and I consider myself a world-class authority on, and maker of, such poems--though only because the field is miniscule.