August/September

TUESDAY 27

I know my blood
so well now that a nosebleed
shouldn’t be shocking.

WEDNESDAY 28

From one pavement to
another, dodging cars to
find cover from rain.

THURSDAY 29

Fruits are ripening
on lime trees and others whose
names I still don’t know.

FRIDAY 30

I get the thirty-
five and read a book of poems
from the Oxfam shop.

SATURDAY 31

In a front garden,
a pink unicorn blanket,
turned into a swing.

SUNDAY 1

On the first day of
meteorological
autumn, dark before nine.

MONDAY 2

Searching for blue plaques
round Edgbaston is just like
doing I Spy Books.