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,

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