Issue Fourteen - March 2009

Waiting for the Port Townsend Ferry

By Janet Yang

A couple of blown-out motorcycle guys:
Paunches leading,
Park their Harleys,
Slouch.

They ogle a female rider,
Ass framed by black leather chaps,
Hips rolling as she walks.
It is a serious consideration.

They talk with passing admirerers
About the bikes
The cops
The booze
The fights.

When asked about the time,
Each shoots a frayed leather cuff,
Smooth as if it were a shantung suit,
And checks an expensive gold watch.

Copyright Janet Yang 2009

Janet Yang has written poetry sporadically for 45 years and so far has no desire to try writing prose. However, in her "day job" as a visual artist she occasionally succumbs to a narrative style. In 2005, Janet and her family moved full time to Lopez Island, where she and her husband continually hope to finish building their house and move on to other activities.

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