TUESDAY 10
Leaves, twigs, whole spindly
branches bobbing on the ground,
buffeted by wind.
WEDNESDAY 11
So overcast at nine
in the morning, Christmas lights
come on in Moseley.
THURSDAY 12
I look for people
in red as I walk back, hope
that’s what they voted.
FRIDAY 13
At least the People’s
Republic of Moseley and
Kings Heath still exists.
SATURDAY 14
Hailstones, salt shaken
over leaf mulch, melted by the
time the bus arrives.
SUNDAY 15
A stilt-walker dressed
as a Christmas elf barges
his way round the stalls.
MONDAY 16
I’ve never noticed
this foundation stone laid by
Richard Cadbury
Seventeen 