And the Last Thing She Said Was, I Love You, Mom

Odd sight, a white-tail doe
Standing beside a parked,
Empty motorcycle

On the side of the road,
As if she’s just waiting
For the rider to show.

And then what? Hitch a ride?
Everything in the brain
Predicts that she will bolt

At a human approach,
But mind, the storybook
Mind is imagining

A doe in a helmet
Behind some Hell’s Angel.