Seltzer

I wasn’t far from home, but to my tongue
the water didn’t taste as clean to me.
I carbonated it the same, gas sprung
from cannister familiarity.
And tap water’s as excellent among
the SF Bay municipality
as EBMUD gives. Perhaps my filter does
provide? At home I get a better buzz.

(Ottava Rima)

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