September 5

TUESDAY 24

Watching myself on
the bus, I forget the screen
isn’t a mirror.

WEDNESDAY 25

Michaelmas, when the
Devil spits on blackberries. Too
late to pick them now.

THURSDAY 26

Keeping bags closed and
close to you keeps your things out
of view and secure.
[Adapted from notice found on the 1A bus]

FRIDAY 27

In Russell Road, cars
stay clear of puddles by the
kerb and I stay dry.

SATURDAY 28

Another cold, my
voice in my head paper in
an echo chamber.

SUNDAY 29

Elan Valley, a
life-size model of the one
in Cannon Hill Park.

MONDAY 30

Ewes on the hillside
white as lice, dabbed with dye, one
amongst them ant-black.