Devizes

I'm sure that's Philip Larkin in a time-travelling box, constructing a poem from all the wonderful elements gathered in the frame.

He is not Philip Larkin. He is an angel on his day off.
So too is she, hurrying back with a report of the opening times
For the Bingo they have returned to play together.
Legs Eleven! She wears a short skirt to complete the joke.
She does not need to walk so briskly; she could fly if she wanted to,
But it would scare the living, and they are angels, after all.
The Archangel Gabriel frowns on their weekly indulgence with the numbers,
But it is their day off, and any winnings go to charity.
No need of cash or cash alternatives in Paradise.
"Come on," she says. "They start in five minutes.
Don't do that thing with the clocks you did last week.
Time is important here, even for senior citizens."
He smiles. Angels smile a lot.