June 2

SATURDAY 6 20

The early, blowsy
roses prematurely aged
by all the showers.

SUNDAY 7 20

No swan boats out on
the lake this summer and no
real swans there either.

MONDAY 8 20

Yellow irises
are everywhere, by ponds, tracks
in an empty pool.

TUESDAY 9 20

Six adolescent
ducklings interlaced with their
mother in the sun.

WEDNESDAY 10 20

A net of cracks in
the asphalt. When I draw them
they become a map.

THURSDAY 11 20

Bedraggled Queen Anne’s
Lace still holds its own against
nettles and brambles.

FRIDAY 12 20

Shiny mud churned round
a puddle, imprinted with
paws and trainer soles.