Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Montana on a motorcycle

roll into town late at night
Kalispell, maybe
quiet town, empty streets
as we pull up to the stoplight

a rumble swells
as the light turns green
15? 20? 25? bikes pull out
of curbside parking spots

they pass us on the right,
the last bike waving us in
getting us around the RV
that's easing us off the throttle

we ride together, our rice-burners
loaded down with luggage
among their harleys out on a
warm summer evening

our day's been long ~ we need to
make camp soon ~ but
before we part ways with them,
we all own the road

1 comment:

  1. That sounds like it was right in front of Moose's!

    Make sure you stop and say hi if it ever happens that you're here.