The mall was a vast lustrous temple - within moments I'd succumbed to its unholy glamour -
We shared a sugary Danish high above the docks -
I tried on many suits, each time imagining myself in a different life -
The changing room mirror reflected a pale apparatchik, a louche flaneur, an aspiring poet, a fervent radical, a troubled son -
Then I saw myself in a blue suit, years like wings on my back, dancing with those precious to me, visible and invisible -
12.30
Sunday 21 June 2015
John Lewis
West Quay
Southampton
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