Today’s Worku wades into MURKY, a word that naturally wants atmosphere: cloudy water, dim streets, unclear thinking, suspicious behavior. That makes it fairly generous as a constraint, but this group uses it in a striking range of ways. Starr gives us perhaps the most literal version, with truck tires stirring recent rainwater into murk; Mark drops it into a roux; Lari into soup; Debbie lets it color an entire winding street scene. Mick takes the word inward, where bread and cheese seem to make a “MURKY day crumble.” The nice thing about this round is that the word means obscured, but the strongest poems give us something very clear to see.