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of the hot, hot sun
on your white skin,
my brown.
A butterfly flutters by
as I make my pilgrimage
past Glisson
and St Pauls' Roads
down to the Cathedral.
Birds alight
on the iron steed
and flowers are ballerinas.
I could be anywhere,
anyone, today.
I choose me.
Image: Lady Kathleen Scott's 'Youth', bronze, 1920. Scott Polar Research Institute. Inscribed at base 'Lux perpetua luceat eis'... May perpetual light shine upon them...