TUESDAY 15
A predominance
of orange and black in shops,
pumpkins, witches’ brooms.
WEDNESDAY 16
I go on the bus to
the hospital. Good results,
haemoglobin up.
THURSDAY 17
Above the swan boats
on the pool, we are pushing
away love letters.
FRIDAY 18
Mowing, dogs snapping,
sirens on the main road, all
I know of today.
SATURDAY 19
The rainbow, a broad
smear from the ground, slides into
the low-lying clouds.
SUNDAY 20
In the doorway of
the restaurant, black plastic
is a waving arm.
MONDAY 21
A knitted pouch tied
to the dovecote railings is
labelled Craftoween.
Seventeen 