We had chosen West Brewer Street

As it had hidden its years well

Our lighting crew had turned the street

Bright Blue White Blue Night Blue

I had already decided that this scene

Would neither start nor would it finish

It would have little or no meaning

By the time that we were ready to shoot

It had begun to drizzle

Creating a light ghostly sheen

Olicua was leaning against a retaining wall

Unaware that nothing was going to happen

She had created a haunting atmosphere

Without much care or advance thought