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.
Seventeen 