August 3

TUESDAY 13

Twigs, keys, husks of nuts
the wind brought down pulverised
by feet on flagstones.

WEDNESDAY 14

Best, we agree, not
to choose while on steroids to
lose a body part.

THURSDAY 15

Anemones in
a garden of growing plants
are artificial.

FRIDAY 16

An umbrella goes
past, a black and white marquee,
wide as the pavement.

SATURDAY 17

A good wet year for
hydrangeas, magic-painting
them blue, pink, lilac.

SUNDAY 18

Rosebay willow herb,
fireweed, grows along verges,
as high as hedges.

MONDAY 19

On my long walk back,
I pause to watch bricklayers
in high-viz jackets.