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
Seventeen 