Supermodel

Next time you see the sun set over snow,

don’t forget to send a picture to me.

I never make it to Alaska, you know.

I saw Paris and Rome lit up with the glow

of flashing cameras, but I only need

the times you see the sun set over snow.

My eyes shut tight in every fashion show

see snowflakes, not a-lines.  I sit lonely –

I never make it to Alaska, you know.

Victoria was close, I felt the creeping cold,

but this time I can’t visit – what a pity!

Next time you see the sun set over snow,

Send a scrapbook of evenings to me so

that I can try to book tickets to go and see,

but I never go to Alaska, you know.

I’m old at thirty, the press all want me to go.

Size sixes don’t fit in, but I can’t yet leave.

So  next time you see the sun set over snow,

I never will make it to Alaska, you know.

(Carly Boucher)