Felicity sits
on hard concrete
Like a modernists dream
as she plays with a daisy

From Arthur House
I see her pose
As if for a ******
to form an image to keep

Preserving youth
Our own sweet youth
that shines out through her eyes
Mirrored in her English skin

She speaks some words
that may be French
Through the clouds streaks sunlight
She places down the daisy

And then she stands
Straightens her skirt
Lights up a cigarette
and smiles goodbye to this place.