hell's angel, shoulders that could've carried worlds, & kind eyes. at a tucson truckstop , he asked me to ride "for the weekend or the next 2 years." i've always been sorry i didn't have the guts to climb on the back & go.
you're the inspiration for remembering this one! your comment about having been a biker babe, but not a biker, reminded me of him...i really never was either, but it's an ethos that's always called my name i guess, so i've dabbled...
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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I can understand a feeling of regret there...
you're the inspiration for remembering this one! your comment about having been a biker babe, but not a biker, reminded me of him...i really never was either, but it's an ethos that's always called my name i guess, so i've dabbled...
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