For A Friend
I see you
riding through the night,
leathered, straddling a black machine,
unafraid of your roaring power.
Long, angular and strong.
Wicked smile,
Laughing eyes,
Hands, supple and strong.
Soft mistress of life.
The road is your dominion.
Gravel, dust and blacktop
have all fallen to your command.
Your journey is your song.
Copyright 2001.
poetry
riding through the night,
leathered, straddling a black machine,
unafraid of your roaring power.
Long, angular and strong.
Wicked smile,
Laughing eyes,
Hands, supple and strong.
Soft mistress of life.
The road is your dominion.
Gravel, dust and blacktop
have all fallen to your command.
Your journey is your song.
Copyright 2001.
poetry
posted by Cynthia at
12:29 AM
1 Comments:
Excellent poem, Cynthia. I couldn't help but think of a Richard Brautigan poem that goes something like: The moon is Hamlet on a motorcycle. (In other words, the headight on Hamlet's motorcycle is the moon). The last line of the poem is "He will ride all night." There's something about motorcycles that speak of mystery!
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