It's 1920

A person comes around the corner toward you. It’s the person you most want to see. You are in love with them. For this exact same reason  you  hide behind a van of produce.  There is an annoying poet reciting verse on the corner. The poet says, ‘Being shaken awake, surrounded  by ice, a neighbour to violence.’  You  want to tell the poet  where to shove this claptrap,  but you remember  just in time that you are a Church of England clergyman.