Two Angel

Two Angel When my friend Charmaine was stolen, I was on a warehouse course near my home in Manchester. I was outside on break with the lads. It was a crazily hot July day. A rag wing plane flew over. A Piper Cub circling twice. I was in awe. No one has such a plane near me. Could of been a white and blue Super Cub in Wales but it was all white. I did a poem on my mate, how 1 day, on the other side, we'll go flying. Timeless summer sky, perfect freedom. Maybe I'll have a tattoo of that plane... time'll tell...