The Vulcan

He kneels over his
mint condition
shiny-bright motorcycle
with reverence and pride,
inspecting its inner workings
with tender curiosity
and  steady  hands.
Greasing, tightening,
adjusting–
flashlight ready to
expose despised corrosion.
No surgeon or lover
could take more
painstaking care
or eager delight
than my son with
his new pride and joy.
KAWASAKI_Vulcan-750-2006_main

 

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About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard, doing things with my grandsons and spending time with my beau on his beautiful 22 acres in north central Florida.
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