Sat, 29 August

INVENTORY: GARDEN, LEFT 1 wheelbarrow, tipped, one rust-fleck further along than yesterday 6 scooters, handlebars canted at exhausted angles, wheels frozen mid-turn 1 trampoline, net sagging under a week's collected dew, unclimbed 1 football, deflated, wedged into the compost bin's shadow, no longer trying to be round 2 raised beds, fleece gone stiff as bark, breathing under it somewhere 1 skipping rope, chalk-faded, coiled where it fell mid-throw Bare fruit trees: black branches, no fruit, no leaves, arms up anyway 1 sun, crossed low, shed to fence, in one unbroken gold breath 0 people 1 day, filed under: waiting