April 3

TUESDAY 9

The guide-dog on the
bus lies across his owner’s
feet, is keeping watch.

WEDNESDAY 10

Magnolias used
to be out in May, now are
over in April.

THURSDAY 11

The sun opens a black
hole, yellow on the horizon,
the sky striped with red.

FRIDAY 12

A robin skips on
the cut grass, bounces up and
leaves through the blossom.

SATURDAY 13

Again, my voice is
lost, but I listen to them read
work round the table.

SUNDAY 14

Buffeted by the
wind, a woman says she wants
to know where she stands.

MONDAY 15

A single jigsaw
piece, an edge with sky and clouds,
lying on the pavement.