November 2

TUESDAY 5

Crunching past me
on the footpath a man says,
‘You couldn’t help it.’

WEDNESDAY 6

I’m called in by my
first name. Am I the only
Jacqueline they know?

THURSDAY 7

The fireworks start as
soon as the light fades. This has
gone on for so long.

FRIDAY 8

Out at three o’clock
the schoolkids catch their buses
just before dark falls.

SATURDAY 9

Tuning harpsichords
on the stage, he plucks until
the sounds become pure.

SUNDAY 10

The bream comes with its
eyes on. I almost scream and
have mine beheaded.

MONDAY 11

Two minutes silence.
No one close to know that
I have observed it.