January 9th, 2024, Tuesday
Observation
the sky is gray
the air is dry inside the apartment
my skin is chaffing
the fan inside my computer is making a lot of noise
like it does not want to used anymore
my head hurts and my throat is soar
I have been coughing, but now my fever has broke
I have Covid
I am staying home
February 9th,2024, Friday
Observation
a warm February
today is cooler than it has been
there is a breeze,
it rattles my windows
March 9th, 2024, Saturday
Observation
there is a plane
flying overhead
departing
by the sound its engines
jetting away
April 9th, 2024, Tuesday
Observation
robin silhouetted against the silver sky
watching from the leafless maple
squirrels scrambling in the morning
the air is crisp
flowing through my open window
May 9th, 2024, Thursday
Observation
there is a jet taking off
a car horn honks...once
a bus pulls away from the stop
it rolls past my window
there is a steady beep
the alarm from a heavy vehicle
down the street
work crews on Bryant Avenue
a jet now is landing
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The Skein of Days
Poetrypoetic reflections from direct observations and immediate impressions of the world