I had arranged to meet you at Tooting Bec tube station 

As I had tickets for a pop concert in Hammersmith 

You rang me and told me that you could not come 

As you had hurt your ankle whilst running for a bus  

I looked up at the mackerel sky and admired the rippling patterns 

So much that I gave our tickets to a passing Danish couple 

I later purchased a book on atmospheric waves from Waterstones 

Which we read together whilst enjoying red potatoes in their jackets 

from Non Poems by Beatrice Poison