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