She was fresh from the ocean
her dogs leaving wet trails
dark jeans that wet blue
close fit red shirt hanging right
cold hard nipples biting through
I like yer dogs I said
more in response to the situation
than leave everything unsaid
why thank you her reply
we talked for a while
her Lurchers sitting patient
as she talked of origins
their spirit
then she looked at my bike
I talked through the changes made
what makes a bike a chopper
she showed me pics
of her dead daddy’s pride & joy
stocker bike not my kind of thing
but we were in the sharing space
strangers giving over bits of their life
then she mentioned her husband
more than once more than twice
& a man takes his hints
says thank you nice to meet you
it’s been good
my buds are calling me back
time to ride
she smiled sweetly
her dogs soft at her feet
& all y’gotta do is play nice
the world will come & meet