TUESDAY 30
The puddle halfway
across Queensbridge road will soon
reach the other kerb.
WEDNESDAY 31
The flag of Europe
on the coffin. We walk out
to the Ode to Joy.
THURSDAY 1
Seven bees hover
round lavender spears weaving
through the blue scent.
FRIDAY 2
Annihilated
by rain, spiked dahlia heads,
battered burgundy.
SATURDAY 3
A black standard poodle
bounces between tombs and a
decorative lamppost.
SUNDAY 4
Pale gold cows lie down
to cover a disc of grass. No
cloud gathering yet.
MONDAY 5
Dark sky, the first spits
of rain, as people come back
from cricket to cars.
Seventeen 