Here in the Barbara Hepworth
Sculpture Garden in St Ives
Sat yes sat
Sat on the white seat
By the white table with the blue umbrella
Which shades the light and which will
Will most certainly
Provide shelter from the certain showers
Meanwhile I sit and peek
Peek through the arcs
And the domes and the spheres
Looking as if hearing
As if hearing a symphony playing
Before a lady from my old school in Penistone
Sits down beside me
And asks quietly
For any news of my older brother
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