
FOCUS naturally pulls these poems toward attention—who has it, who loses it, and what happens next. Diana turns it inward during a panicked test; Lari needs it to survive a first mogul run; auntie jj redirects it toward a struggling ficus. This week’s seasonal challenge comes through especially clearly in Mark, where summer play gives way to “Fall is FOCUS time,” and more indirectly in Lari’s winter slope. Elsewhere, the word becomes pure zappai fuel: aliens require LOCUS FOCUS, while a dead frond garden suggests the toads have seriously neglected their one assigned job.
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