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.
Seventeen 