Sturgis August 2020

Poetry

“Harley Davidson” by matthiasschack is licensed under CC BY-ND 2.0.

Sturgis — August 2020

Beer by the bucket

Bars jampacked

Buzzing tattoo parlors

Bands playing bass to bass

Bikes on Main Street revving

Bare faces and bountiful beards.

Before he left — “I’m not sappy, if I catch it, I’ll die happy.”

Back at home — to calm his croaky

Breaths, she sidles next to him and his oozing tat of death.