An Orange Harley Davidson Sits, Parked Outside the Window While I Dine in the Restaurant Alone
I could tell so many stories:
inhaling Papaw’s
Leather jacket and mountain laurel
on my first ride
through Red River Gorge,
Revving Nada tunnel,
the echo of horns
His lifting his helmet long enough to holler,
“Don’t get no better than this!”
Behind this Pinot Grisio and charcutrie tray,
Would anyone think to ask?