WEDNESDAY 19 20
The grass that hasn’t
discoloured all winter is
sprouting, bright spring green.
THURSDAY 20 20
I spread too much ink
on my laminated sheet,
the print comes out smudged.
FRIDAY 21 20
A plastic windmill
spins among flowers on the
memorial bike.
SATURDAY 22 20
Men run through moving
traffic at the lights just to
get to Wetherspoons
SUNDAY 23 20
All the flowers of
the season out. Spring over
before March is here.
MONDAY 24 20
A navy knitted
hat covered in grass hanging
on the fence today.
TUESDAY 25 20
In the middle of
the Green, a dilapidated
Christmas tree totters.
Seventeen 