Misty, by Ruth Padel

How I love

The darkwave music
Of a sun’s eclipse
You can’t see for cloud

The saxophonist playing ‘Misty’
In the High Street outside Barclays

Accompanied by mating-calls
Sparked off
In a Jaguar alarm

The way you’re always there
Where I’m thinking

Or several beats ahead.

by Ruth Padel

One Response to “Misty, by Ruth Padel”

  1. No saxophonists in our high street then, as Barclays, the last bank standing, closes in October.

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