A not-to-be-refused Saturday - yeah, we know
they come around regularly, and sure, that’s a
bonus you’d usually depend on - but because
we’ve planned a Library trip rather than an in-
vogue visit to CC’s bakery along with the mob
who randomly park their motorcycles out front
and sip coffee, we’ll quietly sidle past a scene
so grotesquely domesticated its almost funny
Okay - Woodford Village on Saturday morning
is th’ place where passionate motorcyclists go
to parade their shiny beasts, a decorous ritual
which I’d guess has been going on for years -
they habitually travel together in large groups
and congregate quietly at CC’s, which in itself
Is amazing given a panoply of noise stridently
accompanying their arriving and leaving; if an
occasion needs a unique signature, there it is
in stereo; altho’ the locals don’t usually bat an
eyelid, they’ll winge a bit if IGA’s parking lot is
unduly Harley Davidson compromised
© 13 February 2016, I. D. Carswell
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