1770

 

 

every time
I look outside —
that yellow butterfy

 

 

day 85

1769

 

 

bars reopen —
the crow flies
above it all

 

 

day 66

1768

 

 

tree frogs —
I give up trying to decide
where I am

 

 

day 62

1767

 

 

at the edge of hope
the weight of a
sigh

 

 

day 55

1766

 

 

rain will come —
solitude has its own
rhythm

 

 

day 52

1765

 

 

grocery pickup —
a mask-less associate
tells me to be safe

 

 

day 32

1764

 

 

endless hours —
I ask alexa
what day this is

 

 

day 26

1763

 

 

lingering day —
the hush of
inaction

 

 

day 25

1762

 

 

spring grasses —
only stray cats wander
into my yard

 

 

day 21

1761

 

 

isolated —
I’ve never heard
so many birds

 

 

day 20