Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Somewhere two hours outside of Vientiene

Amongst the tangles and divisions that the roads use to divide small towns
and chicken rice and vegetable stands;
we plod along on this blue battered bus that should deliver us to Vientiene.
In these parts sleep is often a man's best friend-
though the quietly spoken dogs would have liked to revoke that stand,
it is the former that will slowly but surely deliver us unto our timely end.
The end of a trip- the momentary elapsment when the freedoms of a backpack
will show their slip.
From Vientiene to Hanoi will be impossible I am sure,
for the hour is getting late and those who attempt to keep the time-
the schedules of the bus lines-
rarely cease to wait.
And so it appears one final adventure will pronounce-
but not bore-
maybe down through thailand- the final race- limited money- hardly anytime,
may the pieces of the puzzle continue their friendly placement in the never ending line.

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