
Today’s Worku round gets its hands on PUTTY — a soft, shapable word that can suggest weakness, repair, childhood, bread dough, or something mysteriously recovered from the garage. The strongest poems give that softness a specific form. Mick’s broken mug, for example, turns PUTTY into both a practical cure and a quiet image of damage becoming beautiful. Elsewhere, there are tulips at the door, a husband pouting at a party, a troublesome puppy, and one discovery that probably should have stayed beneath the dried putty. A surprisingly lively set is waiting inside.