I waited a few minutes
To see the Anthony Gormley
Which he wisely entitled
Another Time W
And it may have to be another time
When I share his view of the city
Where I too will stand erect
To take in the longer view
The She Wolf was more immersive
Even without limbs
There was a beauty, also a danger
To the representation
Archimedes of Syracuse
Looks down and across at me
The young woman with a fine rear
Walks by, as if she has lost her lover
I too once roamed aimless
In need of no instruction
Not yet having found
The peaceful vision of the cast man
Tomorrow there is another place
Also most probably another time
But hopefully
With not quite so so many people
