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In March /April /May

I watch lives unfold through windows

Cooking dinner

Mending clothes

The blossom falls into the courtyard below

Pink drifts swept up by the caretaker in a blue peaked cap

Collecting in the sink—crumbs, petals,

Shards of limescale

I hide behind a jar of yellow roses

As I wash the dishes

Embarrassed to think

That they might be watching me too

The way I’ve cut my hair in a hurry

And played the same song over and over

The way I’ve sliced the bread all wrong

Wafer thin at one edge, a slope of sourdough

Doorstops

I’m just trying to keep it all together

With butter and marmalade

Goats cheese and pickled cabbage

Rinsing a handful of the first strawberries

On the doorstep of summer