It's A Date

I’ll meet you by the inside out umbrella
and the upended canoes. (The canoes
are erect, stuck up in the ground, like statues).

I won’t have a carnation in my buttonhole,
nor will I be carrying a red rose,
but I will be wearing my favourite red shoes
and fanning myself with a signed photo of Elvis

Costello.

What about you?

As we’ve never met, spoken or dared
to exchange photographs of ourselves
maybe you could tell me what measures you’ll be taking
to ensure I know it’s you when you turn up
by the upended canoes and the inside out umbrella?



Who do you think you are?