TUESDAY 2
Albert was seven
when they died. Clara’s age has
worn from their shared stone.
WEDNESDAY 3
Constance Perris left
this seat for those for whom the
hill is long and steep.
THURSDAY 4
A man shouts, ‘Hello,’
over a fence. A woman
goes past with tulips.
FRIDAY 5
Now the rain has stopped
the rasp is everywhere of
people mowing lawns.
SATURDAY 6
A veined heart heavy
with gilt, on a chain by a
tiny golden brain.
SUNDAY 7
Rivers of snow on
hills by the slate quarry, sheep
climbing up the grass.
MONDAY 8
Hands of infant leaves
and the earliest spikes
on the horse chestnuts.
Seventeen 