She stood on a city corner
in summer's first noon
blind-eyed to the sun,
arms across her chest
eyelids closed.
Her hair was cropped
and grey and straight,
yet her face was beautiful
and still, and noble.
As she stood
drinking in the sun,
in this place of people
rushing to appointments;
She didn't realise she'd
saved the world,
by giving old Sol
someone to shine upon.
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