Poem: Not A Quatrain

It started at the end of a long plane ride. We flew from San Francisco to Sydney – through the night – and went from Northern Hemisphere summer to rain, rain, rain in Australia. It was freezing and pissing down and all I had to wear was shorts (well, t-shirts and jandals too, of course…)

I woke up on the plane with a cold.

And it never went away.

After a f…