Tripping with Alek
Alek and I have chronic illness in common. We like to write trips for each other sometimes.
Let’s take a ride on a British Rail train,
seats chequered moss green and blue,
clattering onwards through late winter rain,
tables for four or for two.
Let’s order tea from a damp buffet car,
Styrofoam cups with tight tops,
maybe some shortbread, a sticky Twix bar,
white paper napkins for slops.
Let’s embark smiling in spite of the cold,
head for a turn on the pier,
breathe in the salt spray, watch folk young and old,
while a lone gull sounds a jeer.
Let’s find a café for haddock and chips,
watching tall ships through the gloam,
chatting and laughing about other trips,
back to the platform, then home.
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It is the amazing poem, I
Thakon Phewphong
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Many thanks, Thakon! I'm
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Fliss,
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Thanks, M.! I have severe
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Dear Poeter,
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Thank you, Mohamed. You
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