Queen of Motorcycles
A burly BMW, flagship of the line
A mother’s terror seeing Bird
decked out in leathers
with a broad grin
slide behind his friend
his one working hand
grabbing on
I’ll take good care of him,
his friend says
settling his gaze
on me
Bird needs adventures
I have to believe
She let him ride off
on a loud two-wheeled not-hog.
Leathers hold, like hug?
Love