10/1
Asters five feet tall
hosting a cohort of bees.
Beauty with purpose.

10/2
How can I think when
jackhammers and lawn machines
pound and roar and pound.

10/3
Squinting. Morning glare.
Does she hold lanyard or leash?
To Finn it matters.

10/4
Called a bearcat though
Bronx Zoo Kevin is neither.
Real name: Binturong.

10/5
Innocent bird flamed
by crisis. Antique fire truck
won’t help. Where we are.

10/6
A winding road through
Lincoln where trees are turning
and heartache resides.

10/7
“Oh look! There she is!”
Museum-goer when Madame
X came into view.

10/8
Another Sunday.
We walk around Crystal Lake
in reverse. Wild times!

10/9
Sukkot branches flung
off the frame. Grief not joy
in every toss.

10/10
Acorns tear through leaves
succumbing to gravity.
Violence of fall.

10/11
Clean the colander,
feel like crying. Walk the dog,
bathe, feel like crying.

10/12
Another treasure.
“Is it the snake or just skin?”
Crushed head in my palm.

10/13
“Oh no! It’s splodging!”
“Oh soddin’ hell! It’s so bad.”
Devonshire splits test.

10/14
Soft air, blue sky; we’ll
take the T to Copley Square.
A good day for books.

10/15
Instead of two hands,
six. Vote yes on issue one!
Ohio postcards.

 

10/16
Two Barbaras from
Cleveland writing postcards to
Ohio with me.

10/17
Unrelenting grief
and terror, bombast, so
I watch The Closer.

10/18
Dentist’s office with
dead branch outside and clutter
on the windowsill.

10/19
Pong! Pong! Black walnuts
being run over. Thud! Thud!
Thud! Hitting the ground.

10/20
SOS. What does
it mean in a centuries
old conflagration?

10/21
Cinnamon rot, the
smell of fall. Bronzing clethra
and plump hawk, the sights.

Another:
I fell in love with
a dog today. What day don’t
I? Fluffy, white, sweet.

10/22
Abigail Adams?
Of course not, dope! She’s Elsa.
Brother, caped and masked.

10/23
Stringy poop. Kleenex?
Oh no — a worm? He pulls, pulls:
embroidery floss.

10/24
We smell caramelized
sugar down near the T tracks.
Donuts? Apple cake?

10/25
Every morning I
fling treats around the backyard.
“Find it!” And he does.

10/26
He was renting shoes
when the shooting began. He
ran, hid behind pins.

10/27
Stunted oak, scrub pines
Slow traffic on Route 6 East.
Sunset on the bay.

10/28
Winking light diamonds
and the wooshing surf say, Rest,
little darling. Rest.

10/29
Pewter sky, flat sea
gun metal grey. Beauty does
not require sun.

10/30
Stitching a bird now.
The flannel house is tacked down.
Watch me make a moon.

10/31
October sun glares.
Yellow leaves glow. But winter
chill laces the air.