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Motorcycle Ride

Will it be my last?

By Denise E LindquistPublished 12 months ago • 1 min read
Motorcycle Ride
Photo by Theo Lonic on Unsplash

It was cold today

Too cold to ride, I say

We had a few days freeze

I was not out in that breeze

My low is 50 degrees

I wore my dungarees

~

Bikes ready for the winter

Somehow, I got a splinter

Next year, tires will be bought

Bikes will get parked in their spot

A full tank of gasoline

They are put away clean

~

On warm days, he starts them

I question if I ride from

year to year as I age

I am in that stage

Where I have to debate

whether it is wise or not

Today, though, it hit the spot

~

Chilly but nice and fun

It was just me and my Hon

It was a date night

The sun was shining bright

We went out for dinner

Hubby was a grinner

Checking one more thing

Off his winter to spring

list of things on his scroll

Halloween is his goal

~

He is a determined one

He is a son of a gun

He will get it done

My bike goes in first

He rides that way, I’m cursed

It is a day or two

And for many years, I knew

it wouldn’t come true

~

My bike is red, his

bike is blue, he says

the blue Hulk and little

Red Riding Hood to belittle

doesn’t work as I like that

and I like to call him a brat!

~

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About the Creator

Denise E Lindquist

Retired, working part-time as a Native American culture consultant. I have an MSE, and an ABD. I write on Vocal, and Facebook. Poetry, non-fiction mostly, and working on fiction. Wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother.

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    Written by Denise E Lindquist