Here's part two of yesterday's poem.
One for Kieron
The next morning, we drive out,
outside Stone we catch a trail
streaked across the sky, and the dot
of a plane breaking the blue.
I imagine it's yours and remember
the times you made us laugh or,
more likely pissed us off.
You chase the sun across the world,
and Thailand waits.
Anxious, of course.
Long Way North
17 hours ago