TUESDAY 12
The yellows of the
crocus and primrose are drab
in my photograph.
WEDNESDAY 13
Each day growing, day
by day, but still sudden dark
after half past five.
THURSDAY 14
The little lights on
the walls can’t compete with all
the light from outside.
FRIDAY 15
On my pink latte,
the day after Valentine’s,
a heart drawn in foam.
SATURDAY 16
Fire in a field. A
man approaches it with an
empty window frame.
SUNDAY 17
The silhouette of a
fox crosses the road, runs through
a hedge, and turns red.
MONDAY 18
A child is beside
himself when his grandma gives
the baby his toy.
Seventeen 