On the sidewalk, birdseed.
Still in process, the same scarf.
On the rooftops, steam shadows.
Down the gullet, elderberry syrup.
Across the river, a steely blue skyline.
On socks, pills.
In the blender, milky experiments.
On your mind, California.
In mailboxes, tax forms.
On cheeks, something rose-colored.
On the stove, lentils.
Under a hat, smushed bangs.
In ears, podcasts.
Under the pillow, lavender oil.
On your doorstep, heart-shaped gifts.
In the linen closet, straightened piles.
At the end of a braid, a ribbon.
Tucked in a book, a new family photo strip. Four faces, four frames.
And in case you missed it, January.