This collection of calendrical poems is an interesting enterprise. There are many good lines, but few of the poems stood out as complete and memorable all on their own. Yet, yet, I quite enjoyed reading them, and will put the book on my to-be-reread list. It has a cumulative effect. He's a boxer, not a puncher.
Lehman explains in the Introduction that he practiced the discipline of writing a poem each day for a couple of years, each one titled by month and date, and then extracted 150 of them for this anthology, which presents them in order of the title date. It seems he had a to change a couple of titles, due to duplication.
A lot of them seem to have been written away from home, which I paid attention to. I write many of my poem drafts in coffee shops or the library, or killing time waiting for something. I liked the way he took a bit or two of what was happening and free-associated, then sometimes, but not always, looped back to the starting moment.
I'm pretty sure that many of them (like "June 30") were sparked by the Muzak playing when he took up his pen. Another ("September 9") seems to be a critique group poem, and I've done that a couple of times.
An example, the closing lines of "November 26" (which was probably Thanksgiving):
....................But
she felt part of the great extravaganza,
Thanksgiving, Christmas, the works--
in love on New Year's Eve,
by Valentine's Day brokenhearted--
while I stayed in my apartment
searching for words to describe
feelings that had already departed.
I also like the closing of the book, but will not spoil it.