“Did you write me a letter?” she asks
as we finally get ready to fly.
She slyly hands a pen from Marriott RTP.
I may skip telling her the how or why,
but when and where appear assured
because the twinkle in her eye
prompted poetic verses, which, maybe
taken with a laugh now that the ink is dry.
This ten-day trip to Baekju
where burial mounds pile high
provides a chance to ponder
our friends and family in the sky.
So when you’re back in town
here’s a number you might try:
what a guy.
May you have fun travels
and your down time still be high
maybe when we meet again
we can sup on United pie.