WEDNESDAY 15 20
Vehicles spitting
fire are repairing potholes
and writing new words.
THURSDAY 16 20
Blush pink and yellow
tiger-striped lilies in a
bottle of water.
FRIDAY 17 20
The domes of brown eggs
on shattered shells, white and yolk
outside Hope Chapel.
SATURDAY 18 20
A red 4×4
rushes up the alley, close
to pedestrians.
SUNDAY 19 20
A single sheep loose
in a lane. Someone corners
it in a garden.
MONDAY 20 20
I pull my hat down
against the sun glasses can’t
block and the sharp cold.
TUESDAY 21 20
Weather changing, damp
outside the Polish Centre
late in the evening.
Seventeen 