The Beast is bright yellow Ducati 1098, 160 horsepower, 410 pounds, a truly savage machine.
The vista widens without leaves. The river
Shows its face again. The only-sometimes
Half-warm sun streams through the windows,
Sending me to sleep which brings the strangest
Dreams. When I awaken, all is quiet until
I unleash The Beast, and hurtle along
Country roads; 110, 130, madness!
Then I return home to make a dinner for us,
And a fire for when we are done, and trying
To ward off the chill this tragic season brings.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-12-03 at 21:53
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Autumn on a Good Day
This tragic season has its pleasures, dear.The vista widens without leaves. The river
Shows its face again. The only-sometimes
Half-warm sun streams through the windows,
Sending me to sleep which brings the strangest
Dreams. When I awaken, all is quiet until
I unleash The Beast, and hurtle along
Country roads; 110, 130, madness!
Then I return home to make a dinner for us,
And a fire for when we are done, and trying
To ward off the chill this tragic season brings.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 81 times
Written on 2019-12-03 at 21:53
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