February 3

WEDNESDAY 12 20

Waiting day, for the
right blood to arrive, too tired
to do anything else.

THURSDAY 13 20

The viscous blood drips
from its plastic bag forty-
two times per minute.

FRIDAY 14 20

Four weeks since I’ve been
into town, so many stalls are
gone from the market.

SATURDAY 15 20

The earliest lambs
are out at Spernal Ash, strong,
long-legged, already.

SUNDAY 16 20

Police vehicles
still parked by the tow-path where
they found a body.

MONDAY 17 20

Hereford on the
news and Tenbury, places
I know washed away.

TUESDAY 18 20

A lot of yellow
flowers out, tiny stars and
bursting daffodils.