Misty’s Soft Spot: Misty – Poem by Marc Carver

Here’s where we gush. Um I mean where we allow you to flatter us (me). So, here is the first installment of Misty’s Soft Spot, a special dedication in the form of a poem by Marc Carver:

Misty

Her name takes me back to a Clint Eastwood film.

Will you Misty, will you lay down and play Misty for me.

It echoes dark moors and heath lands

just after dusk.

Slightly dangerous, slightly alluring.

That mist that never leaves but lingers on.

Touching softly the ground like god’s fingers

stroking wheat on a windy day.

So Misty

please play for me.

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