WEDNESDAY 1 20
Skies in the Cotswolds
overcast. People out with
dogs and bobble hats.
THURSDAY 2 20
Christmas lights alight
at noon on lampposts. Reindeer
on the music shop.
FRIDAY 3 20
I always forget
how great gas and air is. I’d
like to take some home.
SATURDAY 4 20
The perfume I’ve worn
since summer smells on my wrists
of dusty dried flowers.
SUNDAY 5 20
When the sun shines there
might already be signs in
hedges of green buds.
MONDAY 6 20
A woman whose hair
is purpler than mine stares as
she passes by me.
TUESDAY 7 20
Rain isn’t forecast
but of course it comes down when
I get my hair cut.
Seventeen 