January 2 2020

WEDNESDAY 8 20

I get off the bus
a stop early to walk down
the slope of the lane.

THURSDAY 9 20

Murky, breezy, cold,
misty, moisty. My eyes are
full of mucus blur.

FRIDAY 10 20

Waiting inside for
a takeaway I forget
the wolf moon eclipse.

SATURDAY 11 20

At the dovecote a
single blue flower and a
pair of primroses.

SUNDAY 12 20

The cathedral on
the Hereford sign looks
like a tank from here.

MONDAY 13 20

The gusts are throwing
handfuls of icy pebbles
at the window panes.

TUESDAY 14 20

Venice on TV.
I remember hearing Take
That there down a lane