4/1
Needham Street empty
even on a Saturday.
One of rain’s blessings.
4/2
Sedum clumped with leaves.
I pick them out, snap old stalks,
revealing green buds.
4/3
Mouse turds, balsam, dust.
A page from 9/11.
“I begin to cry.”
4/4
Stupid blonde Nazi
lasted only ten minutes.
I love New Yorkers!
4/5
Cars parked down the street.
The prayers have likely begun.
Gathering again.
4/6
We talk at the curb.
Three out of five in slippers.
The power’s gone out.
The power comes back
with a whoosh, click, and a hum.
Finn barks his head off.
4/7
I forgot my phone.
How can I feel this naked?
The dog doesn’t care.
4/8
Tennessee Justins —
Galvanizing, beautiful.
Their fire inspires.
4/9
Critter annoys us
storing nuts between the joists
living his best life.
4/10
Fifty-five by one.
Today the bird bath goes out.
Flapping joy to come.
4/11
Always in clumps, some
open, some closed, some pale, some
like neon butter.
4/12
Ruby maple buds
litter the ground. Strewn jewels
or kid’s cereal?
4/13
Buzzing, insistent
on the wrong side of the glass.
Hello bumblebee!
4/14
The canopy starts
to assert itself. Green fuzz,
promises of shade.
4/15
The lake holds the sky
and somehow our wishes too.
You don’t have to ask!
4/16
In my dream I sew
a go bag. Indigo lace.
Again. And for what?
4/17
Mary Oliver
lauds idleness. Someone though
was busy writing.
4/17 Bonus
Crowds out in the rain,
screaming, clapping. Obiri
pulls out for the win.
4/18
Jayland Walker ran.
Cops shot him forty-six times.
Handcuffed a dead man.
4/19
If a woman says
she has a UTI, then
she has one. The end.
4/20
To rake liatris
is to feel satisfaction.
The mop free of leaves.
4/21
No forsythia
this year. Temperatures too weird.
Will yellow return?
4/22
Twitter is trash now.
Second monied narcissist
ruining stuff. Sigh.
4/23
Too cold and rainy
for the loop. Instead we make
the figure eight. Wet!
4/24
Bluebells. Chill air. Mud.
Soon the ferns will stretch upwards
with glorious speed.
4/25
New rock wall. New deck.
Second floor ready for joists.
Changes on our route.
4/26 three today
Fresh mulch scents my block.
Animal. Woody. Have I
ever loved a horse?
Clunk and whoosh, the T
goes under the Langley bridge.
I find a penny.
New Yorkers have known.
The very day the law changed,
Carroll filed her suit.
4/27
“Share something she said.”
Years of writing together
yield jewel after jewel.
4/28
Zooey Zephyr holds
her mike high, a new symbol
of the resistance.
4/29
Who lives in that house —
the one where father then son
killed themselves. Such grief!
It’s warm enough now
for the lake project to plant.
Sweetspire! Young maples!
4/30
How many rain beads
does it take to turn tulips
into a Queen’s crown?
