It was love at first sight, he said,
this handsome lad of twenty
(if I'm judging right.)
His life has just begun
in many ways and never will
in others. No future wife
has caught his eye, no sweet
young thing with curves and
luscious lips. No man
has won his heart, unless you
count the Lord. A Harley, though,
all speed and chrome and pipes.
He saw it and he fell in love.
He rode it and he felt the melting
of his will. A father with no child
unless he counts us all,
a man without a mate although
he could say otherwise; he
is a priest, a fact I might have overlooked
but in the context of it all
it seems important.
(c) 2022, Ellen Gillette
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