Indiscretions: Nighthawk

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Indiscretions
copyright © 1993-2004
by H. Paul Shuch, Ph.D.

Nighthawk

My swift red steed
Is a Honda Nighthawk.
I sometimes wish
It were a Harley,
But then again
How much excitement
Can one man stand?
For Harley-san
Carries me daily
Over the hill
And into your arms
With grace and speed,
Power and noise,
Passion and purpose.
I only need tell it
"Take me to my love."
It knows the way
And within minutes
I am racing toward your radiance
And no longer alone.
An hour later
It meanders back
Over the hill
Carrying me toward
Reality.
But leisurely,
Sedately,
Reluctant to leave you,
As am I.

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