One a day

When I think about it, everything comes one at a time: clients, flower petals, even me.  

Sometimes clients

Come

One a day.

This is a one-a-day week.

Hardly a way

To make a living,

A life,

Or maybe it is:

My life,

Anyway.

Today I watch the crabapple

Shower petals.

I prepare for my own

One-a-day conversation

At ten o’clock.

I focus on the rain

Of petals

Perhaps

The reign of petals

Falling,

My own singular

Once a month

Conversation.

Sometimes things come

Once a day

Once a month

Like clockwork.

Sometimes they pour.