By Janet Yang
A couple of blown-out motorcycle guys:
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
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